ELENA
I march into Rosa's office without knocking, pushing the door open with more force than necessary. She needs to explain what the hell is happening. The success of this project is pivotal and anything can cause the rogues to relapse and start a war.
Her loud laughter greets me, followed by the ripples from her charlatan friends who are sitting across from her, their legs crossed and their manicured nails places perfectly on their expensive clothes. The same women she was with at the eatery a few weeks ago.
My eyes lock with Rosa’s and the laughter dies from her throat, her face deepens into a scowl and she rolls her eyes and sneers in disdain. Her friends snap behind, meeting me and follow suit, remaining seated contrary to park hierarchy. They are meant to stand as a sign of respe
