Rodrigo Pov
“What do you suggest we do with him?” Fabio asked while scratching his nose.
“Well, he's starting to stink real bad and I hate it. I don't care, I already got him to apologize to Hillary. I'm leaving now.”
I headed straight to my parent's house. That b***h, Genevive, she thought I wouldn't find out. I pulled up in front of the house and barged inside.
“Genevive, Genevive, Genevive!” I yelled. My anger was unmasked.
The maids stared at me like I was some madman, or maybe they were scared, because why would I call her Genevive instead of Mrs Sango?
She descended the stairs with a puzzled look. Father seemed not to be around; if he was, he would definitely come downstairs with her.
“What the f**k is your problem?” She asked, her voice down, trying not to draw attention.
