Zara's twisted expression quickly twisted into amusement. She tilted her head, smirking.
“Michael Lawrence? Wait... don’t tell me you work here now?” She let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “So you're cleaner here... Well, that's not surprising... I always knew you would not amount to anything.”
She laughed again rubbing her forehead. "I almost thought you were here to buy a house."
Michael looked at her, his expression unreaable.
He recognized her now, Zara, his classmate, the same girl from secondary school who had always, at any chance she got, mocked and put him down.
Michael's brows furrowed. “The house is taken. Walk away, Zara. I was here first.”
Zara blinked, then smirked wider.
“Oh, I remember that tone,” she said, stepping closer. “Still, the poor boy is trying to sound impor
