(Kim's Point of View)
I peered down at the papers that had been thrown on my office table and flickered my gaze back to Mrs. Evans who has barged into my office a few seconds ago as if she owed the building.
I didn't bother reading the papers, the heading was glaring me back in the face. "What is the meaning of this, Mrs. Evans?" I quizzed, wondering what she wanted this time. I thought I'd been cleared off her list to torment but I thought wrong.
It had been months since I saw her and now she was here with a bunch of divorce and contract papers. Who did she think she was? Suddenly, I didn't have the patience to deal with her. She was energy-draining. How do anyone put up with her, perhaps, they didn't know what lay behind that smile she puts on, that deceiving mask.
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