Jason..

"Should I get you a cup of coffee?" Patricia my secretary asked as she saw the state I was in.

"No!" I said and she scurried away before I relished my wrath upon her. I don't know why I am so bothered about Eve.

No!, Let me rephrase that. I'm not bothered about Eve, I'm bothered about going about and smearing my name in the mud.

I checked my phone and glanced at the message she had sent me earlier about the location of where she was hanging out with her so called gay friend.

I checked the location on the GPS and it appeared to be a stable....