Setback
- LECTURAS 43
- Votos 3
- Partes 3
"Ember" I hear my mother yell from down stairs
I set my laptop aside I guess I can finish my planning later this mission is an important one I cant risk messing this up.
As I round the corner and descend down the stairs I see my mom talking to someone, as I reach the bottom of the long stair way into the open living room I can finally get a better look.
Just at that moment he turns and his green eyes catch mine, the power he holds himself with lighting that fire inside me but I force a smile so my mother doesn't know. This man is the reason for her disappointment in me I blame him for it all. Its bad enough I have to deal with him at work but now, this is the last thing I wanted. Why is he here?
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