"You are nothing but an arrogant weakling who covers up with a tough demeanor," I yelled at him.
His brow furrowed, the muscles in his jaw tightening. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
I let out a dry laugh. "It means you pick your battles like a coward. You act like you're in control of everything, when in fact you're not. One minute you're barking about my closeness to David and throwing orders around, and the next, a call from my twin shuts you up from saying something you wanted to say."
His lips parted slightly as if he wanted to argue, but I didn't give him the chance.
"You think Daniel is the problem?" I pressed on, stepping closer. "You think I can't handle myself? The truth is, you don't trust me; you are scared about your company and not necessarily worried about me, your worker. You don't trust people, Calvin. You never have. That's why you think I can't separate my work from my personal life."
His throat bobbed. "That's not..."
