CHAMELEON

Nicholas made a fist as he loosened his tie, walking aggressively towards the room Juanita was in. He walked angrily down the halls to the room Juanita was in. He throws the door open to see Juanita packing her things in a rush. His gaze fell on the bag as he menaced towards her, grabbing her wrist tightly.

“Nicholas, you're hurting me,” Juanita says, her eyes watering.

“What did she have on you?!” He asks gently as Juanita struggles to get her hands freed. “Answer me!” He said, his voice thundering.

“You know nothing about me!!” She says this, looking at Nicholas angrily. “So don't stand there and question me like some saint, which you're not!!!” She says she feels tears rolling down her cheeks.

“No, you're wrong, Juanita! I know you, yes, I do!” He says it angrily. ”I know you're a charming chameleon!" Nicholas began, tightening his grip around her wrists as he pushed her to the wall. “I also know you're a greedy lowlife and a scheming pitshot,” he said, pushing her to the wall.