CHAPTER 16: SLAVE DRIVER

“Hmm, now this is how you do stuff. How do you feel now?” Henry commented after checking through all the emails.

How dare he?” Clara muttered inwardly as she showed him the corrections. He was a slave driver. 'After slaving all through the night, this is what I get? No form of appreciation.' She muttered, and Henry raised his head.

“You were saying?” He asked and Clara blinked. She didn't know that she spoke aloud.

“Nothing, sir.”

Henry gave her another look and noticed that the rim of her glasses was crooked. “ Why haven't you fixed your glasses?” He inquired.

If you hadn't worked me to the bone, maybe I would have had time to fix it. She thought.

“I will fix it over the weekend, sir.”

“It's dangerous to keep working with it. What if shards of glass enter your eyes?” He asked.

Clara felt as if she was talking to an alien. Why was he acting concerned? “ We just have two days to go. I'm sure I can manage.” She replied softly and averted her eyes when she found him watching her cl
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