" Speak."
I looked down as I played with my fingers. Damn this is so childish. It was as if my parents were scolding me for doing something wrong. I'm really to blame for him.
" Celine, f*****g speak— "
" W hat?" I asked. I was still looking down. " What do you want to know?" " Everything."
" I don't know where to start."
" You don't know? Can you f*****g hear yourself right now ?!"
I gasped in shock. His angry voice echoed in every corner of his office. Scary, scary.
" W - what do you want to know? J- just ask and I'll answer ..."
I close my eyes, it's bad because I'm really look like a child now. I really don't know where to start. That’ s as much as I want to say. As much as I wanted to ask, but I remained silent. I didn’ t become a lawyer just to fold a doctor
