Allison's POV
Something very weird is going on here.
It starts from lunch time. Elsa and I have just taken our seats with our lunch trays when Emily suddenly appears in front of us. My guard is immediately up, because nothing good ever happens whenever Emily approaches me. Elsa notices my discomfort, so she turns cold eyes on Emily.
"What do you want?" she snaps.
Emily flashes a big, sunny smile that is not like her at all, and presents a sippy cup to me.
"Nothing," she says, "I just wanted to give you this, Allison. It's coffee I brewed myself. A special recipe."
Haha, nice try, Emily, I think. As if I would drink anything a co-worker gives me ever again. I saw how well that went last time.
"No, thanks," I reply. "I'm not taking that."
She stares at me with round, wide eyes, as if
