Amara
I stared blankly at the flat screen, trying to distract myself with whatever the hell was going on in there. My dinner was lying untouched on the table and it had been almost an hour since Mrs. Agosti brought that in. She can take that back. I wasn't touching anything that came from that asshole's money, even though I know it was an absurd promise to make.
Because everything here comes from that asshole's money. He was the boss. And if I don't eat, I will die, so I have to eat at some point. But I will try to hold off for as long as I can. I was very good at blocking out any emotions anyway. Including hunger. And when you are pissed to death, you don't feel anything to begin with. And on the scale of
