William

William's angry voice came from the audience, which was ready to literally explode with rage.

"Is it really so difficult to deal with such a small thing? What the fuck am I paying you for?"

He barked angrily at his employee on the other side of the phone, who was nervously trying to justify himself to his boss.

"Shove your excuses deep up your ass, damn it. Either you solve this problem tonight, or get out of my company."

William threatened through clenched teeth, before the man on the other side of the screen could finish. Today was his only day off for the whole month, but even today he was not far behind. He threw his phone on the table, sinking down on the expensive leather sofa. He leaned back on the couch, massaging the bridge of his nose with his fingers. His whole body was tense as a string, he was ready to explode at any moment. He loosened his tie, reaching for a glass of whiskey on the table, hoping that alcohol would at least help to control his nerves a little. You've been married for two years now, so you weren't surprised by his condition.