CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT: Who Is She?

“What am I supposed to do with all this time on my hands?” I ask through clenched teeth.

“Sit there and look pretty.” Roman says, sipping casually from the glass in front of him.

“You can always allow me to go back to my work.” I say to Roman, choosing to ignore his sentence and altogether hopeful for a positive response.

“About that…… I took the liberty to resign on your behalf.” Roman says, shrugging nonchalantly.

“You did what?” I scream at him, standing up so fast I knock down the chair I had been sitting on to the ground.

“Stop screaming, princess, it will do you no good.” Roman says in a stern tone.

“The hell it will. I refuse to stand by and watch you take control of my life, I'm also a person, I have rights as much as the next person.” I sat angrily, swiping away all the plates and spoons that were on the table in front of me to the floor in anger.

I could still hear the breaking of the ceramic plates and cups even after everything lay still on the floor.

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