"Theodore, you look...... bad. Did your Grandma take it to the extreme this time?" My boss, Gilbert asked me when I came to the office a couple of days later.
I didn't miss how his eyes narrowed in sympathy as he glanced at my beaten up face. And here, I thought, it didn't look that bad. Gilbert had a traumatized look on his face as he talked about my Grandma. My fake Grandma. Guilt bubbled inside me but I quickly shook it off.
"No, Sir. It wasn't my Grandma. I just.... I just got caught by few wrong people. I'm fine now though." I said, smiling politely at him and he let out a sigh, nodding his head as he handed me the file.
"I hope you must have filed a complaint against those people, Theodore. Such inhumane behaviour must be put to stop. Did they catch them?" Gilbert asked me and
