LUCILLE'S POV
Once I got to my room, I slammed the door hard, fuming heavily.
“What the heck!” My boots hit the floorboards with a thud as I kicked them off, one after the other.
“I hate them,” I said, gritting my teeth. “I f*****g hate them all!”
“Arghhh!” I groaned in annoyance.
The room suddenly felt congested, and I flicked open a button of my shirt before moving to the window to inhale the fresh air, trying to calm my nerves, but I was still very angry.
My mind went back to what had happened in the meeting room, and I clenched my fist so tight that I didn't know when I dug deep my nails into my palms drawing blood.
Those f*****g elders.
They were heartless, inconsiderate, ingrates, and worst of all, pretenders. They'd rather butt-lick each other than speak the truth.
