“Throw it away if you want. It’s not like it’s worth anything," he sneered.
So, he knew that it was a cheap trinket.
Unfazed, he instructed me, “Even if you didn’t like the gift, you should at least have some manners. Olivia went out of her way to help me yesterday and she’s heard you’re quite the cook. She really looks forward to tasting them. How about you make a batch of sandwiches for me to bring to the office for her?”
I put down my spoon. “Do it yourself if you want it. I’m not making anything.”
He frowned. “She’s willing to let it go and you’re still hung up on it? It’s just a batch of sandwiches. It’s not a big deal to make them. You’re home all day with nothing to do, while she’s feeling hungry early in the morning.”
I replied coldly, “If she’s hungry, that’s not my problem. I’m not her mother.”
"Besides, if you have time to talk some nonsense, you'd have time to sign the agreement that I gave you last night." Then I handed him the divorce papers that I got from the living room.
Without even looking at them, Donald tore them up.
“Stop throwing this in my face! My patience with you has limits. Why can’t you just get along with my assistant?”