#Chapter42

This is not an office, this is something else. The paper scattered around the floor and there's a broken piece of glass? vase? I don't know what it is but to be sure it is something that fragile. I walk slowly and close the door behind me. I didn't see him at his chair. I walk to his desk and put the lasagna with my bag on the desk. He is really not in a good mood right now. I turn around and he is right behind my back. I don't know where is he coming from but he looks miserable. His hair is a mess but still manages...