>Alisha
"That red head is such a pain in the ass." I huffed as I pushed myself up from the recliner, the leather creaking under the sudden movement. The crumpled document from where I had pressed too hard lay wrinkled on the table, its edges bent and ink slightly smudged.
I leaned against the table, my palm anchoring me as my grip on the wooden surface tightened, fingers digging into the polished grain.
"It's only been 3 days since the accident and he seems to be getting really close to finding his answer." My jaw tightened, a dull ache forming from clenching it too long. I worked my ass off to swipe it all clean—I can't have it get discovered just because someone was a little too motivated to find shit.
My fingers curled against the table before I straightened slightly, dragging in a slow breath through my nose.
