Storming into his private quarters of Oscorp, Harry slammed the doors shut behind him in a furious fashion. Thank goodness this long day was finally over and could put it behind him after all of the bullshit he had to deal with. What the hell was exactly going through the Board’s minds when they were talking about considering removing Harry from his position of power? This was his father’s company, and as the one and only child of Norman, Harry believed he had every right to own and control every single facet of Oscorp and nobody could tell him otherwise. He sat down in his chair angrily, replaying the smug look of Donald Menken’s face with utter aggression, slamming his fists on the desk. He kicked his feet forward, not realizing he connected with the ribcage of someone. Peering down below the desk to his surprise, he found Laura there. “What the hell?”
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"The same people who always have a knack for pissing me off and ruining my day Laura. My stupid idiotic Board of Directors for my company, who are always seemingly trying to undermine my efforts and take everything away from me that's entitled to me!" he yelled, knocking portraits and coffee mugs off his desk, watching them hit the ground and instantly shatter. He'd always felt like he was fighting an uphill battle when it came to trying to impress the right people, or win somebody over, or earn the affection of his ever negligent father, who never seemed to pay attention to Harry or any of his accomplishments. "I swear to God, I wanna tear that big beaked nose off of Menken's face and shove it straight up his ass. He's the absolute worst," Harry loathed at the thought of his second in command and head of the Board. Out of pure irritation, Harry began to profusely itch and scratch his neck, seeing some of his skin flake off in the process.
