Chapter 12 Mind Your Business

• “What the f**k are you doing with my phone, Alda?” Nancy yelled at me again. However, if I had any words to say, it was a lie. I remained as stunned as a deer caught in headlights.
• “I… I… ahem… I…” I continued to stammer, immediately resembling a stuttering record caught in a loop.
• “Oh sh**t up, Alda, and f**king tell me why you have my phone in your hand,” Nancy yelled again. Her voice was louder than before, and her face showed anger.