FOREIGN BLISS

CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN

Inside a barely lit room and with only the light of the sunset shining through the huge glass window on her office, Margarette’s mood matched the color of the skies: red and orange, signifying anger and pure rage.

“What do you mean he got injured again?!” Margarette shouted, getting mad at the news that the person on the other line reported. “I told you to keep an eye on him!”

“Shut up! You’re fired!” she said once again and harshly ended the phone, throwing it on the other side of the wall. She released a deep sigh and leaned on her chair, getting more and more tired as her anger continuous to rise.

“Damn those jerks.” She muttered as she stared at the door on the other side of where she’s currently sitting, her finger loudly tapping on her office table.

Getting more and more frustrat