章 128: Support system

　　We are fucked. Really fucked. It’s a few hours to the deadline of Mrs Miller’s project and we aren’t halfway done with it. Ben is behind my chair massaging my shoulders instead of trying to do the actual work. I pass him a scowl through the mirror and he flashes me a grin. Silly boy. 

　　I am letting it slide because of the outcome of yesterday’s hearing. Theresa will be spending ten years behind bars. I wish she got twenty or even thirty years but Ben seems satisfied with that. 

　　Energy floods me as I resume typing in the numbers required to complete the table. The room is silent except for the clack made by my fingers hitting the keyboard. Ben continues his massage, caressing my boobs a few times. I shoot him a glare and he bats his lashes at me. He’s lucky he’s very handsome.