The overwhelming tangy scent of fear permeated the office. Adam growled and clenched his hands tighter. He hated the scent of fear, being feared, he hated fear. He hated how it always got results.
"Then shut up and go sit your cubicle." He thought he was done, but his anger had finally bubbled over. "No one here needs you to go offering advice or opinions. And I certainly don't need a babysitter who doubts whether or not I can do MY JOB! I'M FINE! AND I DON'T NEED HELP!" His father, his Tia, his siblings, his workers, and now her. No one believed him. No one believed in him.
"Then shut up and go sit your cubicle." He thought he was done, but his anger had finally bubbled over. "No one here needs you to go offering advice or opinions. And I certainly don't need a babysitter who doubts whether or not I can do MY JOB! I'M FINE! AND I DON'T NEED HELP!" His father, his Tia, his siblings, his workers, and now her. No one believed him. No one believed in him.