Why are you slacking off like some freeloader and just sleeping all day you little wench!" A feminine voice laced with bitterness scolded, jolting me out of my reverie.
I looked up to meet a proud pair of eyes looking down on me, I hurried to my feet and slightly bowed my head, muffling the yawn that was about to escape my lips. She scoffed, in disbelief.
"Hey! Arnette, just because we've worked together before doesn't mean you can act the way you want to, here and now, in your boss the boss and you'll do whatever I ask you to else you'll have yourself to blame, do you understand?" She asked.
"Yes, Cheryl." I muttered.
She snorted and folded her arms.
"You still dare to call me by name?" She bellowed and then I felt a sharp pain in the middle of my head and looked up to her holding a
