**Valerie**
With a satisfied smile, Adam picked up his glass and gulped down half his juice at a go.
Ten minutes earlier,
I stood in front of the toilet mirror with clenched fists and gritted teeth as I stared at my reflection.
“I hate Adam so much,” I muttered to myself.
As I stepped out of the restroom, I took a deep breath. I need to act fast; he is starting to get out of hand.
Just as I was about to enter the dining area, I saw Adam pouring a white powdery substance into my juice.
Stepping back, I retreated into the hallway, and I watched him stir the juice.
After giving him a moment to shove the paper into his pocket and pretend like nothing happened, I walked back in and took my seat.
“Sorry for being so forward with you just now,” Adam apologized.
“It's okay, sir,” I no
