The man showed no intention of helping her up. He just watched her, his eyes cold.
The woman scrambled up from the floor, picked up the documents, got to her feet, and turned to leave.
Seeing this, the man's brow furrowed even more deeply. "Stop!"
"Damn you! If you have something to say, spit it out!" the woman snapped, spinning around angrily.
'Damn it, if he weren't her direct supervisor, she would've already gone up and wrung his neck!'
'He doesn't have a single gentlemanly bone in his body.'
"Heh, quite an attitude, huh?" The man's lips curled into a wicked smirk.
Jasmine Warren clenched her fists and took a step closer to him, hissing through gritted teeth, "You plastic face, don't think I won't hit you just because we're at the office!"
The man didn't respond. Instead, his dangerous, almond-shaped eyes raked over the woman before him.
