JUNE THIRD
The door was roughly shoved open, swift and impulsive. I didn't get any time to recompose myself when Duncan walked in, with another woman following behind him, holding onto a few files in her arms.
"Where's the envelope?" He asked her without taking his eyes off of me, and she eagerly skimmed through the papers and dug out what he asked for, handing it to him compliantly. "You can go." He dismissed her, and she left as he decided.
"Get up, let's go," he uttered, speaking to me since he and I were the only ones in the room.
"I will not be dutiful to you as that woman is." I don't know why I said it, at least not out loud.
His expression changed, and he looked confounded.
"I wouldn't ask you to. That woman is educative, hasn't rested even after obtaining two master's degree
