Chapter 17

Sara was now sweating, and sweat was dripping from her armpits and forehead. She was in a rush and forgot to put on a roll since she wasted so much time shaving.

She rolled her eyes with disgust; her stupidity was unmatched. On second thought, she wanted to cry not because of Ezra but because of her stupidity.

She even went to the extent of shaving. She paused, wondering why. All Chelsea did was share a novel about a CEO who turned his secretary into a sex slave, and the first thing she did was shave.

"Ooh, my god," she cried out.

Ezra chuckled, maintaining constant eye contact with her.

"Is there a problem, Miss Norwells?" he asked.

Sarah covered her hands over her mouth, realizing she was too loud.

"Is that sweat, Miss Norwells?" Ezra inquired, a look of distaste across his face.

Sarah hurriedly placed her hands down as her face got disheveled in embarrassment. She yearned for the earth to engulf her.

"Seriously, you couldn't afford a five-dollar deodorant as a fully grown lady," h