Chapter 53: SOFIA
"What was he doing here?" I thought to myself.
"Erm... good evening Sir." Harry stuttered, rising.
"And what is good about the evening?" Richard snapped.
"Erm... um... Sir, I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to abandon my work or anything, I was merely following orders_"
"Whose orders?" Richard cut in.
This was really getting old, why was he acting dumb? Wasn’t he the one who gave the orders in the first place? Or was it that he loved making a man shit himself out of fear?
"Sir_" Harry began.
"He was simply following your orders." I interrupted. "In your own words, ’a private and detailed tour’ or have you forgotten already?"
"Sofia, please" Harry begged, pulling me aside.
"No," I said, flinging Harry’s hand away as I walked to the figure whose presence scared the crap out of him. "He doesn’t get to do that. Why would he give you an assignment, one that he intended to spite you with and then forget about it?"
I stood in front of him now, his dark pools gleamed gold in the setting sun and they burned with hate so intense that they glazed like burnished gold.
His jaw was set firmly and his fingers curled and flexed as if he intended to punch me.