Pride and confidence

TRINITY'S POV

While I waited for the engineer—the receptionist had directed me to after her failed attempt to strike up a conversation with me—to complete the finishing touches on my brand new phone, I felt the anger returning back.

It wasn't as if my anger towards Vanessa had left but at least it had subsided after I had ravished a box of doughnuts and two large glasses of milkshakes. But sitting in a room, bored to death as my feet swelled was not the way I had expected my Saturday to go.

"Aren't you done yet?" I inquired firmly, making sure my voice was loud enough for him to hear over the annoyingly loud music that was blasting through the speakers in the room. If there was one thing I hated more than Vanessa, it was noise and waiting followed closely by and annoying as the situation was, both of them were in full motion.

The man reduced the volume of the music, gave me a cheeky smile before answering in a way that made my skin crawl, "Yes, ma'am." He gave me a quick wi