Hearing some scratching noise, Jerlina looked at her bedroom door. She figured it must be the dog and decided to open it.
"In the end, you succeeded in becoming one of us..."
David Millman said and Jerlina's hand that reached to the doorknob paused.
"You aimed for my son but failed. And now you climbed much higher in the ladder... getting a Fitzgerald!" he snorted and Jerlina's eyebrows twitched out of anger.
What in the everloving hell! What is this fresh bullsh!t this guy is spouting! He is suggesting that I am a social climber? And when did I ever aim for that methhead son of his? I wanted him to get arrested!
"Since that is the case, settle my severance paycheck immediately."
Although she wanted to speak more, she ended the call. Her chest heaved up and down with anger.
