Jack tossed the papers on my desk—his eyebrows knit into a straight line as he glared at me.
“What’s wrong？” I asked.
He jabbed a finger at the proposal. “Next time you want to change anything， ask me first，” he said， turning on his heels and leaving me stewing in anger.
How dare he treat me like that， I thought. I had changed one long sentence， and corrected grammar—something I thought I was paid to do.