I let it all out on the punching bag.
The thudding and huffs fill the large empty gym. I kick the bag so hard it swings all the way and I punch it letting out a scream of frustration. I am imagining it's Trevor, who is the receiver of my punches and brutes.
I punch and kick, without stopping until I am out of breath. I hug the bag as I heave out, sweat running down my face and my whole body glistening from it.
I bite the punching glove and unsnap it, throwing it on the floor. I flex my fingers, my body feeling well spent.
I am a woman with a mission today.
Yesterday, despite all that my assistant did, the news were still hot like yesterday. I am pissed off at this point I might buy the media house itself, but according to Esther, that might not be the best idea.
