[7 AM, BLCKTHORN AUTOMOBILE]
Rage. Fury—that was all Ixora could feel within her. A deep feeling of anger—one she has never felt before. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't control it, and to think she did nothing wrong kept fueling the rage within her.
Ixora's eyes were cold and distant as she stared at the coffee she was brewing. They got colder by the minute as the memories of how he had burnt her keytar kept haunting her. She had initially thought about quitting her job, but what good would it do her? She plans to quit...not without giving Drexton a dose of his own medicine.
He had burned her mini-keytar on a cold night. Now he would watch how she burns his tongue with the hot coffee she was going to serve him.
She carefully placed the hot steaming coffee on the plate
