27- Overkill
...Raine... I shuffle to get comfortable on Zander's cold and unwelcoming leather sofa. For the second day in a row, I have been ordered to sit in the corner of his office like a toddler without childcare. I blow out an overdramatic sigh, flopping to lay down in my huff. Zander continues his irritating typing, going through over a week's worth of emails. I pout and scowl over at his lack of acknowledgement. Time to make more of a scene. I scoot myself around, my legs dangling over the back of the sofa so my skirt falls onto my stomach, leaving me near exposed. My head drops off the edge of the seat, now seeing the world upside down. I continue to scowl deeply, exaggeratedly fold my arms and huff once again. When this over-animated action doesn't work, I blow out a long raspberry, my l
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