Deadline

"Sara's point of view,"

"Miss Grace, I want a fresh chapter in my email within an hour."

When he exited the room, I mimicked him.

"Huh?

What does he think of me?

Am I Ginnie, who simply swipes a pen across the paper to write a chapter? He already knows that I'm exhausted, so how could he set me a deadline?

To write an imaginative chapter, my mind needs to generate new ideas.

His hard fucking exacerbated the pain in my body, which was already quite exhausting because of my fever.

To write a new chapter, I logged onto his laptop as a guest once I finished eating my noodles.

I had trouble focusing on my writing because my mind was racing with so many things. To concentrate on my work, I need coffee and splendid music. I rose from the couch and left the room.

"Have you completed your chapter, Miss Grace?" As I was going into the kitchen to make myself some coffee, his voice abruptly halted me.

Did he also have eyes on his back?

With his headphones in, how did he see that I was a