Stereotyped

“Finish this before the day ends, Ranleigh. I will be expecting the ledger this afternoon,” Sheldon declared. He looked at me and smirked.

I took a deep breath and looked outside the window. I felt my chest tightened as I held back my anger.

Fuck him! Damn him and his boss! I really wanted to punch Sheldon, who kept on staring at me as if waiting for me to react, and beat him up to death. But I can’t do that and that’s what makes me feel more irritated. I am just a powerless fiancée inside their territory.

I stared at the stacks of paper on my desk delivered by Sheldon himself and sighed irritatedly. He just smiled as if something good just happened to him while I sat quietly on the verge of bursting with irritation. And it wasn’t the usual smile he was giving to other people — the polite and professional smile. I just knew that he’s mocking me right now.

“The boss will be the one checking the output. Try not to make big mistakes when recording transactions. He would be irritated if