Chapter 16.

Chapter 16.

— Once upon a time, there was a feeling that could not be called jealousy…

If there was one thing that was moving me at that moment, it was anger. Ah, My Lady of the Unlucky! There was another feeling lurking around, but I vehemently refused to give in and accept that I was jealous. Rebecca Turner and the demon in high heels had not yet left the office of the being who paid my salary. And the fact that it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon further increased my hatred for myself and half the world.

No, obviously it was not jealousy, but the beginning of a heart attack or something.

16: 45.

Seeing the time stamp in the bottom corner of the computer was as if something had lit up inside me, at the same time making me almost bury my fingertips in the keyboard as I furiously typed the last report of the day. No, I was not biting with hatred for that tall, blond, hot pest who has fingers and a tongue that should be considered world heritage! I was just curious to know