Sandra's POV
I had to call Roxie now that our mole had been ratted out. I blame her, she could have shut her mouth. We would not have been in this predicament had she kept quiet instead of yapping about the mission to her friends. And to expect me to sympathize with her and help her find another job; the audacity! I was kot going to do such a thingm jn fact I had blocked her as soon as I disconnected the call. Let her swim in dirt without involving me. I dialled Roxie's number.
"Hey girl." I started when she picked the call
"Hey my dear. How are you doing?" Roxie asked enthusiastically.
We had become some sort of friends because we had a common enemy. We met once a week for dinner or lunch. Mostly it was always on Fridays before ushering in the weekend.
"I am doing good. I know we ar
