I heard Rebecca talking with one of Arthur’s dog walkers.
“I can’t believe she actually finished putting that makeup on him,” the dog walker, John, said so loudly that I was obviously meant to hear it.
“What was she going to do? She was running out of time.” Rebecca’s mocking tone cut me to my core.
“It’s just so hideous. She shouldn’t have even kept it in rotation.”
“We all make mistakes. None usually so big, mind you…”
The two share a laugh. My first clenches as I resist the urge to punch them both.
“I doubt that even Arthur’s favorite will get away with this one,” Rebecca continued.
I should have known that they hated me for how gentle Arthur was with me, especially when the rest of them had been working for him for so much longer. It wasn’t my fault that I had made friends wi
