"Speak."

I looked down as I played with my fingers. Damn this is so childish. It was as if my parents were scolding me for doing something wrong. I'm really to blame for him.

"Celine, fucking speak—"

"What?" I asked. I was still looking down. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

"I don't know where to start."

"You don't know? Can you fucking hear yourself right now ?!"

I gasped in shock. His angry voice echoed in every corner of his office. Scary, scary.

"W-what do you want to know? J-just ask and I'll answer ..."

I close my eyes, it's bad because I'm really look like a child...