Abby fisted her hands while she paced back and forth angrily inside her office. Her mind was shouting different reasons to be more angry.
'Becky Luna? Seriously! That woman—! Why does it have to be her? There's plenty of excellent people out there to replace me! Not that crappy, shameless plagiarist who stole my thesis and all the awards for that knows nothing but mix colors on her face and give heads to every male superior in her life!'
Abby pressed her head with her hands as if to keep her mind intact and forbid it from exploding.
'No, this can't affect me. I can't afford to be affected by this! So what? So what if....' Abby began to imagine the woman giving throat to James and now her mind fulminated at the detestable picture that her imagination was playing in repeat. 'Ugh! I won'
