My heart beat started rating faster with each step I took towards his cabin. Pictures of me and Hueson inside the washroom titled on my head in my tracks. I rubbed my sweaty hands on my ripped jeans pocket in an ansty and took a long breathe to becalm myself.
I knocked on the door softly, he didn't replied anything from the other side of the door, so I slowly opened the door and got inside.
The pictures that were roving inside my head were now replaced with the present picture of Hueson in front of me.
I Puckered my brows and pursed my lips, purely disgusted by the present of picture Hueson infront me.
The moment I reached Hueson's desk,
