Ariana spent the rest of the day sulking after Vincent’s scolding. After he left, the food she was so eager to eat suddenly lost all its taste in her mouth, making her wonder if it was because she was in a sour mood or if the sandwich was just that bad. She knew the answer was of course, the former.
She buried herself in work, slamming the keyboard like it was Vincent’s head.
Ariana wondered if Vincent hated her or something. There had to be a reason why he was particularly harsh with her. That wasn’t just him being bossy. It felt like he had a personal vendetta against her that she was unaware of.
“How am I supposed to know that I am to go through the damn tablet if no one told me beforehand?” She thought, hitting the keys on the keyboard as she edited a line in one of the documents. H
