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Gregory found himself standing up and exiting the room containing the strange pastry-loving man despite the anger he felt at the callous order. There was something in the man's bearing that made him comply despite the way it rankled him.

The strange desire lasted until he was about ten steps out the door. He was furious. How dare that man order him about! Okay, maybe he had deserved a bit of scorn for smushing the man's baked goods earlier but this? This was not to stand.

Gregory stomped his way past the bored looking girl with the blackberry and over to the door which he wrenched open as if he were on a drugs bust.

"Okay! I. Am. Done!" Greg's chest heaved as he spat the words into the room and towards the strangely calm man seated behind his damnable desk.

"Oh please, by all means do come in." The man steepled his fingers and leaned forward onto them, cocking one eye-brow up in surprise.

"I have had the worst day! I am unbearably late to work, had to deal with an idiotic robot of a shop girl, ended up paying triple what I was prepared to and that was just for my cake, then I had to buy some pompous sod cakes because of my own ineptness! As if all of this wasn't enough then I have to deal with you, the pompous sod in case you missed that, acting like... well, like a downright pompous sod!"

The man behind the desk stood up and came around to the front. He took his time in answering the charges hurled at him, picking invisible lint off of his sleeve, checking his watch, and yawning poshly.

"This is my problem how?"

There goes that damn eyebrow again. What an ass.

"You...you...AUGH!" Greg felt like throwing the nearest marble bust at the infuriating man standing not four feet in front of him. How on earth did my day get from hurrying to buy my daughter a cake to this?