I watched her turn, her eyes pleading. She was truly desperate. All she spoke of, must really be hinged on this job.
But I have gotten my clerk, Cole Trail. She may have been more qualified in fashion than Cole, but he was better suited for the job and was qualified in the specified areas.
Her feet dragged to the exit as if she was expecting a call back. Her lips were moving, as if she had gone hysterical.
"Had I really dealt with her to the point of madness?" I asked myself.
I had wanted to deal with her, to break her. To make her regret and envelope her with shame, but it felt like this was too much.
Her sullenness as she made her way to the exit felt like a chisel chipping at my stone heart.
"No" I affirmed to myself, "I don't feel pity for anyone, and definitely not for her"
