We’re locked in a stare down, and I want to snap. To snap because he screwed someone in the room next door. Because he is being the meanest version of himself, and then some. Because he is a cheater and a tool and a liar. But most of all, to snap because he is ruining this opportunity for me by not letting me do my work. “We need to talk.” I manage not to lurch forward and strangle him. Barely.
