I feel the urge to roll my eyes, but I hold myself back. "I am here for Mr. Damian Almeda. I have an appointment with him." I boringly state my point.
Now that got to growl her gaze at me, taking an awfully long moment to gawk at me through the scaringly lanky eyelashes. What the f**k! Do I look like a ghost or an alien for her to browse me for all that long? She is the one who looks so scary in all these makeups.
"You are the so-called Ellie Marrie?" She rants at last, in a tone that I don't like at all.
Underline the ‘so-called’. We shall revisit that later. For now, Damian is waiting for me, and there is nothing whatsoever worth keeping him waiting for. Not even this b***h. Not even my wrath for her is building with me. "Yes," I mumble.
Another annoying stare! Heck! What is her prob
