Hatred of a whole

She walks by me, her hair bellowing behind her with each step. Her eyes are narrowed; she looking for someone.

She calls out their name as she see's them walk across the hall and they freeze immediately. She goes to speak to them.

I watch as she points to her office. They turn on their heel and walk past me with a look of pure hate plastered on their face. I wonder what he had done, but that thought was cut short as she walks past me again.

"Afternoon ma'am." I say respectfully.

She nods her head and walks on.

Damn I hate her.