Chapter 13

Victors

“Good morning…” I stop there. What should I title her? Lady? Dear? Baby?

Her name, dumbass.

“Good morning.” She seems to have the same struggle as well.

We should still stick to names, though. The fact that we had a spin on the bed veritably means nothing.

It should mean nothing.

I stood up and headed out, not able to face her. I can’t even tell her to get me my usual cup of coffee. It feels weird and overly commanding.

I go back to the room with the aim to be just that and I walk into the room with a scowl on my face, but it changes nothing.

There’s always a scowl on my face, tension or not. I settled back into my seat and look for something to nitpick.

“Can I have the resumes of everyone that applied within the last five days? Have them printed; the most recent ones are usually the most possibly available.” I ask. No, that’s not an excuse to get a sight of her rear. I genuinely need to do some new intervie