It’s odd how some emotions can be so overpowering than another. In the morning, all I was feeling was over-consuming grief, hurt, and a sense of loss, but now? Now all I am feeling is fury and frustration, a slight regret as well.
I plop down on the desk and bury my face in my hands. A frustrated scream and growl rip out of my lips. “How did Kai even tolerate this guy?” I wonder aloud. He didn’t really do all this stuff, did he?
When I peer at the pile of papers again, I let out a groan. This can’t be f*****g real. My stomach chooses to growl at that very moment, making me aware of how realistic the situation is. Angry tears well up in my eyes.
I snatch a file and open the laptop in front of me — an old ratty device. Aren’t these people supposed to be rich or something? It takes some
