(Myra's POV)
"Ms. Hill you were calling me?" I knocked on the warden's door and asked.
She clapped her hands and muttered sweetly to me, "Ohh you are finally here, come." Her voice was quite unusual but nevertheless, I didn't mind this change in her demeanor.
Ms. Palmer was in her night wear, a black and red lacy dress like super short nightgown with a same-colored robe on it. To be completely honest, her dress made me uncomfortable but who am I to say anything or judge. She always dresses like this so maybe she likes such clothes.
I lowered my head and took slow steps, as if walking on thin ice. She is like a ticking time bomb. I don't want to deal with her fury. So, I can't risk any single mistake. My palms were sweaty and I was feeling nervous. 'Is she going to beat me because of that dress? Did I behave out of line in from of the guest? Did I do something wrong?' My mind was filled with such thoughts.
