Champagne Cork

“What the hell is this? What kind of report is this?” Bree had her hands behind her back as the middle-aged man flung the documents at her face in disgust.

“I reviewed them again, sir.”

“You clearly did not. Is this all you can do?” His eyes threw daggers at her as he yelled, her colleagues fidgeting outside the office. The report in question, she had written and edited it time and time again but her so-called boss was never satisfied with it. She’d come to submit the latest report, one she’d spent the whole night perfecting but still, he threw it at her face.

Her boss was known to be cunning, unsatisfied, and harsh but not this way. His attitude towards her suddenly worsened recently and somehow, she knew the cause of his change. He became ten times more of a bully than he has always been.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll look into it again.”

“That’s all you say. You never do anything perfect, Miss Boston. Besides, how dare you look me in the eye?”

She immediately broke gazes with him and