"I had them dry cleaned for you. come with me," he told me as I was pulled towards the stairway. I bowed my head in dismay as the corners of my lips curved invertedly and I was two steps away from blowing up like the time bomb he said I was.
"You don't look pleased," he commented as I stepped forward. Could this guy understand that I don't want to wake up to see his face? I was so displeased that I could tell how bad my day would be just from seeing his face.
"I missed work. I might lose my job," I told him very seriously since it seems that he might have forgotten that some people are not the bosses and they have to follow rules set by the rich bosses like him.
Okay, in this case, my father was that boss that I could not disobey and those old men on his side are like the demons in hell who I guess gives the devil a few advices on new temptation methods and help the devil strengthen the disciple in hell.
