Amanda directed two of the Lieself agents to go help the men who had come in with the coffin.
She sighed.
Her eyes were red and burning. Her face was puffy and pale.
The Lieself secretary stood as straight as she could in the middle of the Mafia House that had given her a better life from the one, she had been born in.
It had started to take on the place of her own house, the place she saw as her safe place.
Glancing around it, there were no physical changes to the place at all. But something had changed in Amanda's mind.
The place no longer looked familiar, no longer held warmth.
Even though Amanda had been on edge all her years as a Secretary at the Lieself Mafia house, as she had grown older and older, Amanda had begun to soften. She had started associating her environment with her own perception of home.
Amanda let out a loud sigh and a lone tear ran down her face.
Why was she acting this way?