Tuason jotted down the name Joy, and thought, so this is all about money, about client distribution. Bonuses would depend on the quality of clients. “When was the last time you saw Sheena?”
The acne-faced manager looked up the ceiling. “At the party. But I think she left early. She said she was going out for a smoke, then I lost track of her. The party was a blast.”
Tuason spotted one woman not participating in the lovefest. She was older than the rest. She sat erect in front of her computer monitor, typing, dressed in a clingy violet blouse, and sporting big hair like it was still the eighties.
The acne-faced manager noticed Tuason’s stare. “That’s Annie. She’s weird.”
Joshua had noticed Annie too. With a nod, he took over taking notes from the group and questioning a number of other
