Chapter 12: I want to make you perfect
"What is it, Tracey?" Andrew repeated, when she wouldn't answer right away. It was clear she was fighting with something, before she eventually closed her eyes, exhaled, and opened them again, meeting his gaze.
"I wanted to apologise for not supporting you yesterday." Andrew snorted, turning his face away from her. Even the view outside the window didn't dim the anger boiling inside of him.
"Apologise? For not supporting me?" Andrew took another sip of his coffee, and watched as Tracey looked him over.
"Well, you don't look good today, and I was just-" Andrew's laughter was harsh as he took his glasses off to rub his face. He couldn't believe her. This didn't feel like remorse. This felt like a cover up.
"Tracey, I was drinking, of course I don't look good." He put his glasses back on and leveled her with a look. "I was basically fired and broken up with within five minutes. Of course I'm not looking well. But it's too late to apologise, and I am not going to accept it." Her forehead scrunched up, and Andrew knew that wasn't what she wanted to hear. He shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "You should have been ready for that if you were going to apologise." It was clear she didn't like his response.
Andrew's stomach took a turn for the worst, and he got to his feet. Tracey looked panicked.
"Are you-"
"I'm just going to the bathroom. If you want to leave, you can, just leave the laptop behind when you do. I know you hate confrontation." She stared at him as he headed for the bathroom.
Once there, he locked the door and used the bathroom. Once done, and his hands were washed, he took off his glasses to splash some water on his face. Staring at his blurry reflection, he couldn't help but laugh. This felt ridiculous.
Putting his glasses back on, he pulled out his phone and let Maxwell know what she'd said so far. Maxwell fired back quickly.
That ignorant cunt. Should I hire someone to harass her with an egging of her home?