ELENA
Today was one of the worst days of my past six months. I could handle a bunch of rich idiots, but that morning meeting with that psycho, it had me in a bitter mood all day.
How could he try to run over me with his damn car?
Joanna tried to talk to me about what I did to his car, but I refused to listen to her. And Steve... poor man was so shaken that he avoided coming anywhere near me the whole day.
I didn't care what Devon Sanders would do after this morning. I had something else to worry about that was unavoidable.
I sighed before I picked up my bag and walked out of the office building. On my way, I noticed a few things that needed to be done to keep this structure standing for some more decades.
I have already done a lot of work in the building, sometimes even at my personal expense.
