Sorry? He really said sorry? My ears are working, right? And any damage? Maybe some nerve damage... I should go for a check-up. Or maybe I need a psychiatrist, maybe I was hallucinating. Or maybe-
"Boss needs you in the lobby, Mrs. Hailey" someone interrupted my thoughts. Why the hell does he 'needs' me there. He was here just a few seconds ago. "Okay, " I replied. The door was closed; he spoke from outside only. I think he left. After taking deep breaths, I went downstairs. "So? Mrs. Anderson" he said. Woah. He has a bipolar disease. I looked at him to continue. He was sitting on the couch. "Don't think that sorry was for you" he said. "It was to my inner self for I didn't understand the plan by Nicholson"
I nodded my head. "Words... Bitch" he said in a tired tone. "U-understood sir, " I said.
Will he kill me? What will he do? But the bigger question is why? Whoever cares for him, he does this? First Max and then me?
"Scared... Are we?" he asked. I closed my eyes.
"Fuck! Open your eyes!"
I opened them slowly, slightly pleading with my eyes to take the weapon away.
"I'm not a person to care about, " he said. "Take care of that" he added.
I nodded my head but then he looked at me with rage.
"U-understood, sir, " I said.
Then he looks at my eyes intensely. A shiver flowed through my spine at his intense gaze. Like he was looking through me.
Then his eyes saw my nose and stopped at my lips. He threw the gun away and it fell on the floor with a sound. His gaze was still fixed on my lips.
I imagined the worst possibilities.
Hell, NO!!