it's okay to curse a little

Molly:

I know I said I was doing okay but I wasn't. My boss is a creep, and there was a possibility I was in potential danger. It had to be Mich, because he is probably the only one that knows my whereabouts.

Who am I kidding? The mafia had eyes everywhere.

"Fuck!" I groaned out loud, forgetting I was with a client.

He looked at me, and then I folded my lips the moment I realised what I had done. With the look of things I was definitely going to get in trouble real soon.

"It's okay to curse a little. I mean if the world was a great place then there'll be no need for that," he said.

He was an average American man with a glasses. There was nothing distinct about his features. His hair was blonde, and he had a strange looking mole by his left nose. He wouldn't be sitting here if the chief editor cared to do his job. This was my second day of work, and I haven't seen a trace of him. Something tells me that he already knew I would be here, hence he didn't bother to come.

"So, moving on to