Guess whose eyes widened like saucers, chasing the name—Cecil? Lisa. All she could think about was if this woman was the same she saw in that photo.
Even though Arthur was wondering what Maeve said to his fiancée, he didn’t look at her. He was watching Lisa.
They’re all watching.
A slow defeated smile crossed Lisa's face. It came on like a pro. Nah, Lisa was good at her job. Did Rosalind really call her a D-washed up actress? She should have seen Lisa's perfect PR grin, one that said I’m here to help and I’m not terrified at all.
But inside, Lisa sas on fire. Who wouldn't be? No one would hear such threatening words from Maeve, a good friend of Arthur, who was demoted to another department, and kept still.
Lisa was about to s**t her pants. Did Maeve mean she was dead or some s**t li
