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Fuming with anger, Finn tossed the throw pillow he was holding aside, yelling out his lungs as anger coursed through him.

Shutting his eyes, he titled his head to the side only to fist pump the air the next minute.

Meanwhile, while all these were going on, his mother was watching him from the dining table where she sat.

“Son, is anything the issue?” She asked, joining him on the couch and holding his hand. When he wouldn't stop throwing a fit, she decided to question him.

Still filled with rage, he didn't waste time in telling her what had happened, making sure not to leave any details.

“Really?” She asked, raising her brow.

“I can't believe they want me to bring back their staff who voluntarily left. Also, he shouldn't even be there in the first place when he can't cook good meals, how did they intend to retain their customers if they turn a blind eye to it.” He huffed.

With his hands across his chest now, he leaned into his seat, tossing his head backwards. “It's sickening.”