Chapter Seventeen
“We need to talk, Zoe. My office. Now,” Mitch snapped as Flora and I stepped through the Messenger’s doors.
Flora gave me a look like she knew I was in trouble before scurrying off to her desk. Mitch’s arms were crossed over his chest like always, but something else about his body language — and the fact he was waiting for me to get to work — told me he meant business.
“Okay,” I said. I set my things down on my desk on my way over and walked what felt like forever to Mitch’s front door. He slammed the door behind us, and stomped around me to pound his fists on the desk.
“What did I tell you? What did I tell you?!” he shouted. At least the walls of his office weren’t glass so everyone couldn’t see him screaming at me.
“I don’t know what you’re—”
“Don’t play stupid wi
