Chapter 22

Victors

I scan through the file Savannah sent me.

It was riddled with errors, much more than I would usually tolerate. However, I just keep smiling as I correct every one of those errors, noticing how human she is. I would usually hound her for the errors and want to make sure everything is 110%, but not now.

I find a way, no matter how little, to excuse every single one of those mistakes.

Savannah is a brilliant girl; she obviously knows that ‘there’s’ is not a substitute for ‘there are.’

She’s probably too swamped with the workload, and hey, I just had her climax some ten minutes ago. Why would I expect a perfect job?

That’s my excuse for today.

You think the next day would be better, right?

That’s when mistakes from her start to irk me and make me want to claw at her insides, right?

Wrong.

The very next day, she arrives at work super late.

“Ah, we all have our bad days, don’t we?” That’s literally how pathet