Revenge 'o' clock

"Do I pay you to talk about yourself?" Anthony's icy tone rang through the receiver.

Anna remained silent through the ordeal. The sounds of her breathing filled his room.

"Now, listen,if I get such stupid reports from her session again, I'll personally toss Christopher back into that cell." He threatened. "You seem to have forgotten your work."

Was everyone in his line of work stupid? How hard could it be to tame one woman? Just one.

His phone lighted up, seizing his attention.

It was yet another boring shit buzzing his phone up. He tossed his phone aside.

He walked to the side door of his room. Thank goodness the glass was see through.

Sandra was sitting on the porch of their room, looking out to nothing.

There was paint in her hands, and there was a white board stationed beside her, but her focus remained on the sky.

He slid the door open. The evening breeze smashed his face in a welcome.

Sandra's head had been hung up