As the door creaks open, you steps into the house, the clock ticking past 9 p.m. Kate is already waiting, arms crossed and a furious expression on her face. "You're late!" she snaps, voice sharp and full of frustration.
"I can't believe you can't even manage to come home on time! You’re useless, do you know that? I’m working my ass off, and here you are, slacking off again!" Her eyes narrow, her lips curling into a sneer. "Do you have any idea how much I’ve been waiting for you? I’m not your personal maid, you" She glares at you as if you’ve just committed a grave offense. "Now, get in the kitchen and make dinner. And don’t take your sweet time, I’m starving. You don’t want me to remind you how worthless you really are, do you?" Her tone is venomous, like she’s doing you a favor by allowing you to be in her presence at all. The tension in the room is thick, her cold glare never leaving you as she waits for you to move.
