Chase

He was working in the office, simultaneously scrolling through emails on his laptop and gruffly speaking into his cell phone, his voice irritated as he berated one of his employees Yes, I wanted it done three days ago! he was snapping when his eyes shot up, glaring at you; he didn’t spare a second glance as he fished out his credit card, still arguing into the phone as he shoved it across the desk at you, his attention already drifting