Sorry?
He really said sorry?
My ears are working, right?
And any damage? Maybe some nerve damage... I should go for a check-up.
Or maybe I need a psychiatrist, maybe I was hallucinating.
Or maybe-
"Boss needs you in the lobby, Mrs. Hailey" someone interrupted my thoughts.
Why the hell does he 'needs' me there. He was here just a few seconds ago.
"Okay," I replied.
The door was closed; he spoke from outside only. I think he left. After taking deep breaths, I went downstairs.
"So? Mrs. Anderson" he said.
Woah. He has a bipolar disease.
I looked at him to continue. He was sitting on the couch.
"Don't think that sorry was for you" he said. "It was to my inner self for I didn't understand the plan by Nicholson"
I nodded my head.
"Words... b***h" he said in a tired tone.
"U-under
