Chapter 11: Room service?
"Fuck! This is serious." Alice said. "I've been in my dream all along." "Excuse me?" Mark looked at her, confused. What was she talking about now?
"Ah, I knew Boss wasn't the type to apologize. I've only known him for a day but he doesn't look like the type to apologize at all. This must still be in my dream."
Mark found that a bit offensive and cleared his throat but Alice was still over the edge with her theory.
She got up and clapped her hands.
"Well, if it's my dream, I can do anything, right?" She laughed excitedly and Mark massaged his nose bridge.
Why did he have to be the one to take care of this?
These S-class awakeneds were all crazy, having one or two loose screws in their heads.
"Miss Alice," Mark called but Alice shut him up before he could say anything more.
"Shut it, dream Boss. I'm trying to conjure a bucket of fried chicken here." She said, pressing her index fingers on her temples and 'meditating' with her eyes closed.
Mark gritted his teeth. Really, why did he have to put up with this?