All the hope Macy held came crashing down into her stomach. Disappointment festered in her chest. “Oh. I understand.” She said mutely.
At least, she comforted herself, she had tried. It was okay. She would find another job somewhere else. It wasn’t the end of the world.
The sound of footsteps sounded in the hall, and Macy looked up to see who it was. It was Annette.
Mentally cursing, she cursed her luck. The b***h was back. Just great.
She really couldn’t catch a break.
“Graeme.” Annette cooed, “There you are. You’re late.” She pouted.
“Annette.” Mr. Kincaid acknowledged. His tone was very dry. “You’re already here.”
“I’m always punctual.” Annette beamed. The smile died the instant she spotted Macy. “You’re still here?”
“You know her?” He asked, looking mildly surprised.
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