She walked into the room with anger written over her.
How dare she? She was even trying to use a softer method to make her leave and yet, she was proving so stubborn.
She hissed out loud in anger as she slumped heavily to the bed, exhaling sharply.
“That bitch.” She muttered, folding her knuckles tight into a fist.
“Why are you so upset and taking it out on yourself?” Don queried, startling her.
He was selecting out a few documents from the drawer when she walked in with displeasure.
She turned to see him staring keenly at her from where he stood near the drawer.
“It's nothing.” She stuttered out, turning away from him almost immediately.
“Did anything happen that I don't know?” He insisted.
“Nothing happened. Besides, I wasn't taking anything out on anything.” She replied as
