My temper is on razors’s edge after the confrontation with Martha. My pulse heavily throbbing against my collar. I storm up the staircase, my leather dress shoes silent against the thick carpet, heading straight down to the corridor leading to Sophies bedroom.
I don’t knock, when i reach her door. She lives under my roof and is actively defying my direct commands. I will not take that disrespect in my own house.
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