Clara Bennett
Lydia and I stepped into the elevator together after leaving the cafeteria. I was still dabbing at the huge coffee and dressing stains on my white blouse with a wad of napkins, but it wasn’t doing much good.
The sticky mess had soaked through to my skin, making my clothes cling uncomfortably.
Lydia pressed the button for the top floor and turned to me with a sympathetic smile. “Don’t worry about Amelia. She’s been like that since she started working here. Thinks she owns the place because she’s dating some rich guy.”
I let out a tired laugh. “Yeah… something like that.” I didn’t want to explain the full Victor situation. Not yet.
As the elevator climbed, Lydia leaned against the wall, her fluffy hair bouncing slightly with the movement. “Anyway, since we’re becoming fri
