Eve POV

I know best not to argue with him, when he told me about the meeting, knowing it'll be pointless. For heaven sake, is this guy really going to kill me with loads of works? I've been behind my desk, working my ass out all day, trying to meet up with his needs, and all he's doing, is frustrating me?

Staring at the heap of documents laying on the desk before me, I almost burst into tears, I'm losing my mind here, and he doesn't even seem to care at all. How the heck does he expects me to do this? How does he expects me to sort all...