With fury building inside me, I pushed my dining chair out of the way and stormed towards the door.
Never, in all my years, had I felt so angry at an interruption. Whoever it was that dared knock at my door, they better have a good reason. My fists clenched, waiting for the moment to let this pent up anger out. The knock came again, and I was ready to explode if I hadn't opened that door.
I opened the door and saw Mrs. Greyson, our global business professor.
"Hello, Becca." She greeted with her usual sheepish smile. "Hope I didn't disturb your beauty sleep." Mrs. Greyson then barged in as if she owned the place. "Oh! What's this fragrance about? I've got all the water in my mouth." Her eyes locked onto my sandwich, the smell of ham and cheese causing her eyes to water. She picked it u
