Billionaire's Servant
I feel deprived, annoyed, disappointed, enraged, betrayed, suspicious, curious, worried, sad; and everything in between.
My fingers, that are tapping rhythmically on the small wooden table, stop and finally my fist comes down lightly on the table; as the last dam of my patience (as well as anger) breaks.
What felt 'light' to me, made the lady sitting right across me jump a bit and her wide eyes meet mine.
AT LAST.
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