Grayson's tight stature sat straight in his office chair, the Texan city sitting behind him as if he was the one who owned all. His fingers elegantly moved across the keys on the silver laptop that sat in front of him, square and centered on his neatly organized desk.

His grey eyes flickered up as his office door got angrily thrown back. It almost hit the wall behind if it wasn't for his design when they had first installed it. It prevented the tantrums that came from you whenever you pulled the stunt.

He hated you. No- he loathed you. Not more than a lot of the people in the building, but you were definitely up there. There was something about you that irked Grayson down to every nerve that ran through his body. God, he wanted to throw something at you for even being in his office. Well, he could considering he was your supervisor. But that'd still get him into a considerable amount of trouble.

"Yes?" Grayson asked as politely as he could which wasn't very. His eyes moved back down to his screen because looking at you made his heart skip and his mind angry.