Chapter 120 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.