“WHY?!” Penelope’s loud voice echoed in the entire room that she reserved for their dinner in one of their many hotels. Angrily marching towards the staff who is nervously standing by the open door, hands behind his back while keeping his gaze down as he waited for Penelope, she stopped in front of him and slapped him immediately.
“I said wine! Why the f*ck did you bring me juice?!” she exclaimed, totally feeling the outburst as her eyes were burning with rage. “Who the f*ck with drink a mother*cking orange juice in a middle of a formal family meeting you useless s**t!” she yelled.
Her anger rooted from the time that her silence was interrupted when she was forced to open the door after hearing the bell ring. In front of her was the staff who was smiling while telling her about his job t
