Cyrus Leone sat at his desk, full of paper work, and his lone eyeball stared blankly at the monitor, puffing on a Cuban Cigar.
Miss Emiko burst in, door slamming the wall! WHAM click clack click click clack
Storming up on the desk, bom she slammed both hands opposite of Cyrus!
"Tell me, tell me what went through your head to book my employee, without my approval or even a mere mentioning to me.
Please, tell me just what makes you think this is a fine way to do business and maybe I won't throw a lawsuit at you."
She spoke heatedly, but with restraint to not raise her voice in an unprofessional manner.