Holiday

I was standing at the little wardrobe that stood at the little corner of my room, it was just too small that only my clothes could enter it. My important clothes like party robes and Sunday clothes were on hangers, clutched at the end of the wardrobe.

I held the small door of the wardrobe as I leaned on it while staring at Nicholas, waiting for him to give me a response.

"As the boss of my company, am I not entitled to an extended holiday?" he inquired rolling his eyes.

This round, it was my time to laugh. I didn't hesitate as I escalated in a fit of laughter, holding my stomach. It was a sour joke actually.