"Good" he mused with a smile.
This time, it wasn't like the others. This was the smile of a winner. The type found on the face of a warrior who fought on the battlefield till he passed out, only to wake up to victory.
I guess he had every right to celebrate, after all we've fought and he had won. Except that it wasn't over. Perhaps to him, it might seem so. But to me, it wasn't, not by a million miles.
It was a good strategy, allow him to think it's over. That he had me exactly where he wanted, that I was trapped with no escape at sight, that I'd been defeated, then surprise him with a counter move and change the narrative.
To do this, I had to be very careful and time conscious. He can't think I have anything up my sleeve, no he cannot.
I looked at the corner where I was to be sitting after today, and grimaced. Why didn't I think of it before, of course I was to work in the same fucking room and he made it in a way that his eyes will always be on me, bastard!
