CATHY
Gina walked into the kitchen to make me some breakfast as she was trying to help pacify me and put me in a good mood.
"Do you like your eggs scrambled or omelette?" She asked from the kitchen.
I sniffed softly and stood up.
"Omelette, please," I said, walking into the kitchen.
"What are you doing? You need to rest. Take this opportunity to rest; look at your room; it's obvious that you've been working day and night like a dog for those old fools. You need to rest, I'll handle everything."
I frowned.
"But you need to go to work. You have things to do, don't worry, I'll handle my affairs. I don't want you losing your job because you're trying to help my sad soul."
She laughed, pouring the eggs into the pan.
"Relax, I can't lose my job. Besides, my shift doesn't start until tw
