Sienna had almost choked on her saliva. In the end, she watched Louisa left first before expressionlessly crumpling the cardboard and tossing it into her space, then she brought a new one.
By now, Mike was already done.
"Please take a look," he spread his final work on the table, motioning for everyone to go through it.
Meeting point: Room 7, 3rd floor.
Time: 3:00 PM sharp.>
Sienna's eyes subconsciously lingered on his handwriting. Her nose couldn't help but wrinkle. It was neat. Neat in a way that made her feel personally attacked. Each letter was perfectly shaped, evenly spaced, and confident, and no doubt if Louisa was to see this, she'd compliment it.
Fine.
Her handwriting is bad.
"Anything wrong?" Matthew asked softly after seeing her expression. She looked displeased.
