I didn't need to hear the completion of what Emily was trying to say, to know that I was in serious trouble.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck" I repeated inaudibly.
"Oh my God, what have I done?" I asked myself.
The very first time, I'm meeting the man who had once been a mentor and I've ruined it with my anger.
I felt like slapping myself until the pain could match the uneasiness that thrummed through me.
"I just asked Richard-fucking-Wellington to exit his very own elevator in his very own company or die riding with me. By God Sofia, you are a fool" I echoed those words through me, but it did nothing to alleviate the guilt surmounting in my chest.
Will I blame life this time around? Or will I blame those who make it a living hell with their quick to remind status?
The truth was that, this was all me. I did it. I allowed my anger to score a number on me.
