165: Web of Business

Laird’s POV “Weren’t you mad at me?”  She turned towards me this time. Her eyes were tearful, as if she were about to cry at any moment, but she still had the determination to narrow her eyes at me.  I frowned when I heard Fenella’s question. I shook my head.  “I wasn’t mad at you.”  Hearing my answer, she immediately lowered her knees and sat cross-legged on the sofa. Her posture was rigid. Then she began a string of judgmental remarks.  “Yes, you were. You saw that ad at the office, and you got mad. Then you started blowing rampage at Gene’s office and beating up Alan because of it.”  “Wow, wow. Slow down, baby. Take a breath.”  I raised both of my hands in the air. “Calm down,” I said in a deep voice slowly, hoping she would listen to me calmly.  “Alright, I admit it. I saw that ad at the office. I was angry, and then I threatened Alan. But didn’t you say you would give me more trust and build better communication between us?”  Fenella’s forehead furrowed and her lips pressed tightl