"Isn't six months such a long time?" I demand from Dave when he finally comes out of the conference room. I have been waiting for him for the past hour ever since I learned that Michael's jail time will end in six months.
"I hate ingrates," he responds, "you should be happy that I even considered him. What he did was a criminal offence and should be punished accordingly."
With that, he walks out on me. I turn to watch his receding back, my fists balling up as I try to contain my anger.
When I can no longer take it, I storm after him and into his office. He looks up, sees me and sighs.
"Not now, Sarah."
"You do know we still have to talk about what happened last night, right?"
His eyebrows furrow in confusion, "What's so fucking special about sex that we need to talk about it?"
"Sex?! You raped me sir! That was what you did! You forced yourself on me!"
