AnabelleI shouldn't take joy in watching someone suffer, but there was more than just a little a bit of satisfaction in watching Jack pull himself up off the pavement and crawl back into the office, his eye swelling shut, his nose and lip bleeding from where Kane had repeatedly punched him.
“I'm assuming I still have my job?” I asked, a smug smile tugging at my lips.
Jack nodded, not really paying attention to me. He wouldn't even look at me.
“Thanks, but if you don't mind, all of this has done a number on me,” I said, hands on my hips. “I think I might take the rest of the day off.”
Jack nodded again and still remained silent. I smiled as I watched him catch his reflection in the mirror of a nearby parked car. I had to suppress my laughter as his eyes grew wide and his lips trembled.
