Chapter Twenty-Four
The crate landed on the floor, close to Zaire's feet, with a loud clang.
"Hey Faggot" A voice said, rudely "Arrange these neatly, will you?!"
Startled, Zaire looked up to see the other two interns standing in front of him.
Andre, the guy who had dropped the crate, was smacking one palm against the other as he tried to get rid of the dust on his palm.
"What did you just call me?" Zaire asked, giving the guy a frosty look.
Andre sneered, clearly about to say something degrading, when he spied the look on Zaire's face.
He swallowed when he saw that Zaire had a murderous look on his face. His eyes were dark with anger and his face had an equally dark expression due to his huge frown.
He quickly made a mental note not to even call him faggot again.
Zaire's expressio
