Fucking father of the year, huh? Do you give a shit about your daughter?!” The guy's voice went loud but stayed deep, almost like a bass singer.
"Get your ass out of here." Mr. Pierce stands over his desk. "Don't you ever...ever come to my office, my building, like this again as if you have the right, as if you deserve the role of a son or a brother. Your mother is rolling in her grave from heartbreak...you pathetic excuse." Silence
I stand at the doorway awkwardly. I could feel fire...feel the loathing they had from one another. Static, that's what it felt like, my blood crinkled. "Thank you, Amanda." My boss waves me forward with a hand, mugging his son down in disgust. "Lex, don't make me call the police, leave."
My cheeks flush. Oh shit...what the hell...he's his son. Lex backs off of the desk with much force, going back a few feet with the motion, snickering. "You're the one that belongs in jail." He walks to the door, brushing past me, bumping my shoulder. In the small seconds I saw him, my eyes witnessed a very heated face, sharp, short, light brown and dark eyes. He smelt of weed and peppermint.