“Fuck that!” I hissed as I let myself drop back into my chair like a child throwing a tantrum. My mother would spank me raw if she witnessed my behavior since this whole ordeal began. Usually, I was almost frighteningly cool in stoicism during tense debates and perfectly reined in my propensity to have a potty mouth. Cussing in a diplomatic setting was unbecoming. But this whole situation had me on edge.
Please bring back the stoicism. I can't stand the FMC up to this point.
