She was furious. She was going to strangle him using her own two hands and then revive him just to yell at him. “Alessandro!” she screeched from her closet.
“What?” as if conjured out of thin air he appeared, eying her naked body hungrily.
“Where are all my clothes? My closet is empty. I have to go to work!” She scrambled looking for her towel which had fallen while she was pulling on all the drawers.
“You are not going to work, Doctor Wright gave explicit instructions of no work for a week,” his golden eyes glared back at her as if daring her to argue with him “and your clothes were thrown into boxes and sent to goodwill,” he grimaced, “and I’m certain they will throw it all out.”
“I had some nice things,” she argued struggling to wrap herself up in the towel with one hand.
“If you
