Chapter 18: Urisa’s Threat
(Karsten)
Urisa entered my office in full furry, her blue eyes blazed like the ice she was made from. She still clutched the arm where Arata had twisted it. Not in my wildest imagination would I have thought Arata would literally hold someone back using force, someone like Urisa.
The woman knew how to hold grudges and this could end up in disaster.
"Are you hiring women from the military now? Is this what it has come down to? How dare she touch and manhandle me?"
I would have hilariously laughed at her absurdness had I not been in such a horrible mood.
"She is not from the military and I was the one who told her to hold my meetings and anyone coming to see me."
Urisa had now made her way to the one-seater and occupied it. Placing her long leg one over the other, as if she owned the place and not me.
She was still fuming like a simmering kettle, the smoke almost coming out of her nostrils. Her cheeks and nose were red in embarrassment as I turned to face her.
"Who the hell even she is? I didn't know you were hiring cows," she mocked Arata and her words infuriated me instantly.
She was riding on the fact that Arata was curvy and not flat and bony like the girls nowadays who wished to starve themselves and had the appearance of zombies instead of fresh flowers.
I crossed my arms and deadpanned, knowing she would flip at my answer.