Breakfast did not look so appealing anymore with the tension in the living room and the eyes of this woman piercing through my skull. The early morning sun poured into the living room painting the black tiles yellow and reflecting on the skin of the woman sitting in front of me, her skin taking a slight ting of gold.
Sydney was seething. Her legs were shaking under the small dining table as she stared at me waiting for a reply for all the things she had just complained about or rather accused me of.
All the things surrounded me working with Celine. I don't know how she came up with the conclusion that I was in love with My boss but she wasn't laying it off so easily. We've been having this a