"I don't understand..." She smiled back at him.
He picked up the photograph of the fourteen-year-old boy and stared at it, "shouldn't you be a little more critical of who you pitch these children to. I could also be a child serial killer." The lady and I stared speechlessly. "What moron hired you, and how do you still have a job much less as a caretaker? Tossing their photos at me like betting chips." Then he did that thing where he smiles revealing his dimples, but it doesn't reach his eyes, so you deep-down know that he is still mocking you in his mind. Adora...Absolutely terrifying.
The lady turns to look at me her face turning different shades of blue and red. Sometimes I wish I could sew his lips shut; he was as socially inept as he was an asshole. Damn this man.
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