I was barely able to spit out the words through my clenched jaw. My anger level, so far in the red I couldn’t see straight. “Joey, calm down.” Rich laughed nervously, “Why don’t you take a breath and tell me what the problem is.” Take a breath? He’d be lucky if he was still breathing after I got through with him. Of all the fucked up things that could have been wrong, this was not something I could have ever imagined. “The problem, you low life piece of scum, is you calling my girlfriend and filling her head with fucking lies. Who the fuck do you think you are?” I gripped the phone so tight, the POS squeaked in protest. My anger level so far off the chain, I felt completely out of control. “Joey, I’m going to have to ask you again to calm down.” Another worthless piece of advice from the dickwad in the suit, and I was really tired of hearing it. “I can hear you’re upset, but yelling isn’t going to fix the problem.
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