J A M E S
Rayvin's mouth dropped open. She must be confused with what she heard. It was the heat of the moment that led me to say that since block head standing before me didn't take my cues towards Rayvin.
"Don't you have a cake to bake? Or some chicken to fry?" I continued. Narrowing my eyes in a more intimidating and energy draining way, " I suggest you get back to work. That is if you want your complete paycheck."
"I am sorry," Rayvin mouthed
to Saint, who still had the audacity to smiled and turned to leave.
"And, oh, Safe? Serry? S-s?" I pretended to have forgotten his name.
"Saint." Rayvin completed for me.
Obviously, I had not forgotten Saint's name. I was just acting up to get on Saint's nerve the more.
"Don't ever address me by my first name. It is either Mr. Preston
