17|| Reap What You Sow

~Demetrius POV~

You can call me heartless.

You can call me wicked. But guess what?

I don't give a damn.

All she is just doing is reaping the fruits of her words. That is why it is important to note whatever you say to strangers.

This... Is just the tip of an iceberg.

"Sir, may I come in?" Claire said through the telephone.

"Yes." I replied.

"These are the files, sir and also she is yet to be back." She said.

"Leave her. Let her keep looking for the coffee." I dismissed her. Just as she was about to open the door and step out, Ophelia pushed the door open and bumped into Claire. I shook my head.

"Sorry." She muttered, bowing several times.

Claire scoffed and dusted her shirt before exiting the office. I looked at her as she walked towards my desk. She was so sweaty.

"Good afternoon, Sir." I could feel the venom in her greeting. What do you expect?

I giggled mentally.

"Good Day." I said.

"How may I help you?" I asked her.

"Huh?.. Erm, you asked me to get you coffee." She said.

"I did?"