Song Recommendation: Psycho Killer by Nightcore
Delia sat with her legs crossed and her back rested against the seat. She gently tapped a fingers on her desk, gazing through her dark veil at the timid ingrate seated opposite her.
Mr Hamilton smiled nervously, darting his eyes at all corner, avoiding his mistress's frightening gaze.
He gulped, wiggling uncomfortably in his seat as a chill ran down his spine.
The mistress's office was always so cold and haunting.
Which was why no one ever wished to be summoned by her. Unlike other job places, when the CEO, Mrs Clark, summoned one to her staffs—it wasn't to get fired...
That would have been better.
Anyone who was summoned solely always came out scarred. Either psychological or physically, one way or the other, no one would ever remain the same when they walk out of her office.
