For 5 minutes, Cassie grumbled and murmured as she wasn’t over what her boss did to her. It was almost comical when she banged her closed fists on the kitchen counter wishing it was his ridiculously handsome face.
Grabbing a mop, broom and nylon, she made her way back to the hall. She didn’t want to but it was her duty to clean up such mess which she didn’t cause directly. It was his entire fault that he didn’t get to take dinner, Cassie reasoned as she gently picked up the shards of the once pretty ceramic plates. Luckily, the plastic tray didn’t also break like the others.
I said get out! Cassie mouthed childishly and mockingly at the closed door. I wonder what is so special about his room. She paused and tried to remember the few things she was opportune to see in his room during 50 s
