DAMARIS' POV

"Where the hell have you been?" He asked as soon as I entered his office.

"I was at the reception, handling a situation." I pointed it out even though I know I had already messed up.

"A situation, really?" he stood up and walked over to me. "The only reason you are here is to handle my situation and not to run around the fucking company. When I need you, I expect you to be here, is that lucid enough for you?"

"Yes, it is, I am sorry." There is no point trying to explain any ...