Patricia sat in the interrogation room, balling her hands into tight fists. Ever since she had been brought to the station, they had just thrown her in this room and made her wait. Checking the time, the bitterness in her heart only grew.
If this didn't happen, Patricia would have started her final interview.
"Are you just going to waste my time here?!" Patricia yelled, glaring at the security camera in the corner of the room. "If you're going to question me, why not do it now?! Or are you all too busy trying to come up with ways to get out of this mess you got yourself into?!"
Clenching her teeth, Patricia felt like flipping the table out of frustration. Her morning had started better than it ever had, but these people just had to show up and ruin everything.
"Gosh..." she hissed, the corners of her eyes turning red. Tears of frustration welled up, but she refused to let them fall. "That bitch..."
