Blaze spoke briefly with Tina, keeping the conversation formal and polite. He outrightly declined her invitation to dinner later that evening and asked her to have a nice day before ending the call.
"I'm going to break Eugene's arm, so help me God," Blaze swore under his breath as he returned back to his seat.
Pouring himself a glass of wine, he swallowed the whole content in on single gulp, gritting his teeth at the burning sensation at the back of his throat. His initial hunger was replaced with fury as he glared at the food on the table with so much disdain.
Marcus ate quietly, keeping his slightly amused gaze lowered to avoid his boss's wrath.
The deafening silence prolonged for another five minutes before Blaze finally spoke.