~Harlow~
A low, angry row of curse words leaves me when I realize what this important delivery is. A f*****g load of dry cleaning! Is Thane for real right now? I had to stay behind, after work hours, to pick up his dry cleaning and bring it to his house? That man must be delusional, because there is no other excuse I can think of to explain his unreasonable requests and the insane lack of brain cells. The van even has a sign on it stating it delivers city-wide! No reason he couldn't get it delivered to his damn house.
I stomp to the back of the van, boiling in anger, barely holding myself together. The small woman jumps as she turns around and faces me. I don't mean to startle her, but I'm too pissed off to care. I assume she is scared because I am panting like a heifer from dashing bac
