Rude II

"Asshole!" Elma had folded her arms but lacked the strength to even grind on her teeth. She was suddenly remembering how Riccardo had sounded amused by his idea of him getting her a house.

Maybe this was his way of punishing her for going late to his office a couple of times starting from the day of her interview. Did it make sense for him to hold a grudge even now? Well, in his defense, hadn't he planned the arrangement of the house for long now? It should make sense that way and she truly had nothing to worry about when it wasn't like Riccardo was aiming to harm her or something. He had promised that he would not. So, rather than entertain her fears, it would suck less if she picked at her phone's gallery to observe the many pictures she took of herself at that hotel in Escades.