Chapter 14 Contract

• “W-what?!” I stuttered, my pulse beating then hurled the ladle I was holding at him because of what he said. He couldn't escape it, so the wooden ladle landed on his brow.
• “Ouch!” He held his forehead where I had thrown him, and I grasped my mouth because of what I had done to him. As a result, I instantly fled. He could fire me because of what I did!
• “Oh my gosh, sorry!” I didn't know where to touch him, since his hand was covering his face to lessen the ache. I knelt to inspect his face, but he avoided his head. I take a step back, my face worried. My fingernails are bitten. I stood up for logic.