Yes, I Am Spoiled. So What? 15
Avina sat at her desk, pen in hand and paper in front. Her eyes were burning with a never seen before passion and the white cat in front of her expressed the same feelings.
'What do we want?' Avina asked.
'To find Chloe a job!' 5025 answered loudly. Its excitement leaked out with every little bounce it made.
'When do we want it!'
'Tonight! Preferably!'
'The sooner the better!' Avina added on. Fueled by her own enthusiasm, she said, 'And turn off the AC because I'm freezing!'
'Okay!' 5025 replied with the same enthusiasm. It went to turn off the AC in the room and headed back to her side.
Without having to shiver in her clothes, Avina looked at the paper, filled with various ideas. Some of them were circled while others remained crossed out, forever unreadable. Her pen tip tapped the circled ones and her brows scrunched up in concentration.
'Let's start with something easy, gardening.'