jealous

Juan paced his office, cursing and swearing, flinging his hands every which way. It was all he could do to stop himself from throwing things in the office; He didn't have the money to replace it.

Of course, the funds he had previously had had run out, and he hadn't gotten his paycheck for the month.

"Fuck." Juan came to his office door, more irritated than ever.

"That-That son of a gun! He organized such a big banquet and did not invite me? He invited every other worker here down to the janitor but he chose not to invite me, the vice chairman? You can't be serious!" Juan put his hands on the door and leaned in. "He's my superior and he doesn't even bother to say good morning to me?"

He was so pissed, this tie he kicked the leg of his desk. A bad move because this hurt his toe; almost broke it.

"¡Ay!" He exclaimed jumping and wincing in pain. "Good lord. I blame that looser Mateo. I think I should speak with Santiago about this."

He took out his phone and called him. "Santiago?"

"Juan