Leah's POV
I grab the file off Thomas' desk, grumbling incoherently under my breath. He grins at my vexed expression, “Why so gloomy, Leah? Look alive. My poor flowers are wilting under your glare.
“Very funny, Thomas", I say, giving him a deadpan expression, “ Luka has been more asshole-y than normal, I can't seem to wrap my head around the reason. He's taking out his anger on me, making me do the stupidest tasks."
He sighs, “You're talking to the strongest person. Yesterday, he made me go to the hospital to take inventory of how many gloves and syringes they had left."
“He made me lawn mow the training field and that's not even part of my job," I say, throwing my hands in the air in exasperation,“ it took me ten minutes to figure out how to work the damn thing."
Thomas opens his mo
