You are, once again, arguing with your enemy. Every word that leaves his mouth infuriating you more.

You are in one of the empty conference rooms, knowing you need privacy because arguing at work is unprofessional. He is sitting in one of the office chairs, while your standing up, it’s clear he enjoys making you mad as his lips curl into a sly smile.

“I can’t stand you!” you groan.

“Then sit.” he says, looking from you, to his lap, and back to you.