I squirm, uncomfortable under Luther’s angry gaze.“What do you mean?”, I ask. He doesn’t answer my question.“Your incompetence is beginning to grate on me, Richards”, he says, gritting his teeth. I blink, confused.“You instructed me to get your clothes ready-““For an appointment, not a funeral!”, he cuts in, glaring at the clothes arranged on his bed.I finally take note of the fact that every piece of clothing I picked out is black, save for his shirt.“I didn’t realize-““Of course, you didn’t”, he cuts in again.“And”, he continues, picking up the suit jacket. “I dress in the closet. That’s what it’s for”, he says as he disappears into the closet, leaving me standing confused in the middle of the room.I hate how much he affects me. I hate how much his disappointment discourages me. Every time I do something, he ends up disapproving it which doesn’t help my state in any way.It comes to my mind that I have a daughter in the hospital who needs my help. I need this job and I’ll b
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