MAIA SOLIS
“I should give you a bonus for this”
Now this! Bonus! I was in a real family, existential and dignity crisis and he offered me a bonus to compensate for the existence of the man who caused it all.
I was probably disproportionate, but having to smile for hours at Damon was...disturbing. After he prevented my almost certain head injury in that huge closet, the man started acting strange and his every movement reminded me of the one who saved me at the bar.
Every little comment reminds me of when he rolled with the drunk truck driver and protected me from what would be the biggest trauma of my life. And that man seems different, one who wouldn't offer me a bonus. In fact, one that wouldn't even offer me this absurd contract, just to begin with. I hate finding myself wondering
