Laura.
Michael and I return to the meeting room. All eyes are on us, mostly me.
Questions lurk beneath their gazes, like they know what happened between me and Michael in the elevator.
I awkwardly wring my fingers together, trying to keep my cheeks from betraying me.
I can't lose my job, I keep chanting in my head.
Amongst all the gazes in the room burrowing at me, I feel two pairs of eyes the most.
I let my eyes stretch across the room to detect the ones that burn me alive, and I see them.
Patricia and Cersei's.
A permanent scowl rests on Patricia's face, and Cersei's is one of disgust.
I return the heated look, refusing to flinch. That makes Patricia snort.
Her lips curl, and I know immediately she wants to hurl degrading words at me, but the clack of Michael's shoes st
