Upstairs in the room, Triffany picked up her laptop and looked at the few chapters she has written and sighed. "This is how far I’ve come.” She looked at the file Tommy sent to her. "And now I won't be able to type for five days, how then will I complete this, this is all because of him."
She closed the laptop and sat on the couch. "What do I do now and I have to submit it next week Monday.” She mumbled and looked down at her hands.
Carlos entered the room, their eyes met for a while before Triffany looked away. "I could help you do the editing."
"Just stay away from me.” She got up from the couch, picked her towel and nightwear from the drawer before heading to the bathroom to take her bath.
"She's pissed up,” Carlos said softly to himself before turning to the large mirror. "Carl
