Chapter 58

• It didn’t help to improve my mood either when I stepped outside the subway to encounter the rain. The way my life is going I really ought to have known better than to think the weather would cooperate. A wry glance at the dense cloud-packed sky confirmed that the rain wasn't likely to let up. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. I had no alternative than to get soaked in the rain as I walked. By the time I reached my former office, I’m drenched wet to the bone, my cream shirt and black skirt, no doubt liberally splattered with dirty rainwater spots. I don’t know what I’m going to accomplish once I meet Raphael, however, in my current mindset I would probably stab him with his pen that’s always neatly placed on his desk.
• Once I entered his floor, my eyes landed on none other than the woman who was cast alongside Raphael in the picture. She was lounging casually on the couch outside his office, doing her touch-up. Why, oh why? Can this day get any worse? Oh, how have the roles been reversed?
• Her eyes were assessing me in a very critical and condemning fashion with far more intense scrutiny than warranted. Of course, my wet clothes were to partly blame. Whereas she glistened with the kind of clothes designed to impress her avaricious temper, I resemble a drowning rat in need of shelter. My presence here, right now, may have raised her hackles enough to unsheathe her claws.