Astrid

“You’re late again,” Charles growled when I walked in the door.

“I was working,” I replied as I shut the door behind me.

“Sure, you were. You know, you’re doing this shit on purpose, aren’t you? You want to make sure I’m too stressed out and focused on you, that I can’t work and get the promotion.”

“Is this a joke?” I asked. “I was just at work, Charles. It’s nothing more. You’re reading way too ...