That conversation had not gone well at all. Already in a bad mood after being woken up in the middle of the night, the argument that followed could not have possibly gone worse. Once the conversation ended, Lisa felt completely drained. Heart racing, she nearly flopped onto her bed, breathing hard, and had to softly bite her tongue to hold back from screaming into her pillow. The more she worked with these people, with Samuel, working out these cases, the more frustrated she became. To think they had the nerve to call her in the middle of the night about this. She wanted to march over there and give them a piece of her mind. While the sessions have gone well these past few times perhaps it was time that Samuel took a break. These people didnâ€™t seem to understand that, despite her pleadings to get them to see things through her eyes.<br/><br/>After thinking for a good five minutes she slowly got out of bed. For another five minutes she quietly stood outside of Samuelâ€™s bedroom contemplating whether or not she should knock on the door. How would he take to this? Deep down she knew he would not be particularly happy about going back to the station; he had already spoken his mind a bit during dinner. She didnâ€™t want to just throw him back in there because they requested it. Samuel was not a machine, he needed a break every now and then, this was evidently stressing him out enough, yet there was a chance he would have to go back there. She balled her hand into a fist and raised it, stopping herself before her knuckles touched the door. No, there was no use disturbing him now. It would be much easier to explain everything to Samuel in the morning.<br/><br/>Sighing heavily she returned to her room, she was feeling restless, positive that she would not be getting any more sleep tonight. Lisa hasnâ€™t been getting much sleep for awhile now. Between still trying to get over her friendâ€™s death and dealing with Samuel was taxing. She had a lot on her plate and more shit continued to get piled up on top of each other. Sometimes she wondered if it was all worth it or if she should just pack her thing and leave for awhile. They have already insinuated several times that they might try to find someone else for this job. It devastated her to think that they would even go to that extreme, had she not seen their greed first hand she might have believed she was not the â€˜right oneâ€™ for the job. She was staring at the ceiling, hands still clenched, deep in thought, not feeling tired in the slightest anymore.<br/><br/>For about an hour she stayed like that. Eventually she relaxed her body and closed her eyes but sleep still managed to elude her. When morning came, Lisa had only gotten about an hour more after that conversation. She looked at the clock and noted it was around five thirty, then slowly rolled over and got out of bed. Grabbing some clean clothes, having done laundry two days ago, she headed into the bathroom for her morning shower. Having water splashed on her helped to wake her up a little but did nothing to help the fact she still looked rather sleep deprived. If she went back to sleep she knew that she would probably sleep in or Samuel might run off and try to fall back into his old habits. Trust was a little touchy; she knew he trusted her enough to be honest with her, but he was not open.<br/><br/>Not as much as she would have liked anyway.<br/><br/>Lisa began breakfast as soon as she stepped into the kitchen. Being able to make breakfast in peace, without any sort of argument, even if an argument would probably be unavoidable once she brought up the phone conversation from last night, she found was the biggest plus to waking up before Samuel. Today it was just French toast with turkey sausage. It was tough to get anything out of him so she never really knew what he would want for breakfast. Usually she went with her gut but he never seemed satisfied whenever she did that. She wasnâ€™t a mind reader, she didnâ€™t know what he did and didnâ€™t like. Even if he seemed satisfied with her cooking most of the time she wished he would speak up more. Until that time came she was careful whenever she prepared her meals. Should Samuel decide he was not satisfied with something, she wanted to be prepared.