As Ted drove Sheila to the company, her heart raced and her thoughts pounded over Arthur's words on the note. Her mind lingered and her shoulders convulsed —in confusion, anger, irritation and rage.
She pulled the paper out of her purse since she had earlier picked it up from the floor and placed it inside her purse.
With a sigh and one last glance at the writing, Sheila tore the notes into pieces, exhaling loudly.
Screw Arthur and his silly words.
She pinched the bridge of her nose then leaned back against the headrest, shutting her eyes briefly.
The gentle humming sound of her ringing phone pierced through her thoughts, snapping her out. She opened her eyes and pulled the phone out.
Her brows furrowed, a call from Andrew.
Without much hesitation, she swiped the green icon, massagi
