KARMA

**TRACY SCOTT'S POV**

His laughter died down after a while. Tables turned properly, Antony got a massive reaction from me. On the other hand, I got none. Going back to the issue we faced, the blankets and some of the pillow covered the bed. I stood

transfixed. Too scared to move as the cockroach

might just come out or something. Worse even if it wasn't a cockroach but something else.

I titled my head towards his direction. Clearly, he was with holding a laugh. Obviously, the fun had not quite ended for him. Unable to contain it for much longer, his lips parted and he threw his head back in laughter. I tightened my fist, cringing my nose in anger. "It's not funny Antony. There's a fucking cockroach there." I complained. I wanted my caring, nonchalant, brave, only cares about the job Antony. In times like this, I had no business with this man in front of me. Instead of protecting my like he was paid to, he just stood there laughing at my misery. God help us both.

"tracy Carter,