She blows her nose into a tissue and tosses it into the trash. "Please pretend you didn't see me like this. I don't want to lose my rep. I'm supposed to be the tough one."
"Not a chance." Guilt churns in the pit of my stomach. Stress hives are already itching across my chest. "What's going on?"
"The disaster I hoped to avoid." She twists her laptop towards me. Sitting on the keyboard is the check that she sent to Katerina. And on the screen, the Hope's Helpers review page is open. The five-star rating she'd boasted before has taken a nosedive down into the low twos.
"That bitch." I only have to skim through a few reviews to know who is responsible. "These all rolled in within five minutes. She's paying people to pile on!"
"She's playing mind games and she's absolutely crushing me." Hop
