Chapter 24
Maya POV Well, newsflash! The bantering I had with Andre did me no good, instead he added more documents for me to print and type, and I had no f*****g choice because of the promise I made. Guess who laughed last? Andre! He f*****g did. Because right now I’m sitting in front of a broken typewriter that takes ages before I’d be able to type a word. “Damn it!” I yelled, hitting the typewriter countless times, but the s**t keeps on getting on my nerve. “Damn you Andre!” I cursed as I gathered the documents together and I started typing on it one after the other till my fingers started hurting. I stared at my fingers and they’re now red and puffy, I can’t even continue because of the pains, like why does he deprive joy in punishing me. “No, I can’t do this no more,” I lamented frustrate
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