Chapter 9: I want it, but that doesn’t mean I want you along with it.

The sun shining in through the window annoys me.

The documents in my hands infuriate me. A light headache slams into my head each time I look at any of the letters, and yet when I stretch my hand to the side of the table, there’s no tea there like there would have been.

It sets something off in me and dropping my pen is the only thing I can do not to break it. I drop the cooperation deal too.

The lack of tea isn’t the problem, I've sent out about six cups in irritation and anger already because they weren’t made right.

A building filled with over a thousand people and no one is competent enough to make a fucking cup of tea!

It’s been two days now since Antonia’s left and she isn’t back. Not even after I'd ensured half the city never opens its doors to her. I don’t understand it.

She couldn’t have dissolved into damn thin air could she! She has to be hiding somewhere.

The door to my office opens again and I do not bother to look at who’s coming in. It’s probably another idiot worker w