A bitter laugh then escaped Angela as she realized she was more upset about this than she should be. What am I getting so worked up for anyway?
She tried to analyze her own feelings, but she ended up boring herself to sleep instead.
The next day, Angela’s alarm rang at precisely 5.50AM. She bolted upright in bed and threw the covers off, then hurried into the adjoining bathroom to wash up. To call it a bathroom was an exaggeration though, as it was more of a washroom with a small showering space.
It was 5.59AM by the time she was done putting on her clothes. She hurtled out of her room toward the entrance of the base, whereupon she saw Richard’s tall and straight silhouette standing there.
She walked up to him, and he made it a point to glance at the watch on his wrist. “You’re late by a minute.”
Defiance colored her delicate features as she glowered at him and said, “Okay, fine, I’m late. Are you going to punish me? Go on, tell me what you want me to do to make up for my tardiness.”
Richard gazed down at the girl who was openly challenging him, and his eyes lingered briefly on her shell-pink lips. He swallowed, and there was a steely edge to his expression as he barked, “Let’s go.”
Angela had been waiting for him to mete out punishment, but when he did not, she couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed.
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