Again, she looked at him with a confused gaze.
"What's the point here, twer—Ahem… Sir?"
Alex's eyelid twitched, as he knew what she was about to call him.
"Just fucking lift it," he growled, getting annoyed.
She did as told, her eyes trailing his reaction cautiously.
The crate was empty, but even then, it was still a chunky piece of metal. And although the weight wasn't much of an issue, the size alone had her using both of her arms to lift.
Resting it on her midsection, she raised it as high as she could with the poor grip she could get on the crate, before slamming it back down.
"There. Happy?" she asked, slightly annoyed at being physically tested.
"Almost. Now it's my turn," Alex said, smiling at her.
'What?' she wondered.
'What's he going to do? Tap it and grunt as he lifts it?' she chuckled in her mind.
