-ARIA-
"Excuse me?" My jaw dropped, my ears practically burned. My hair was tied back in a ponytail, and I hated that she could see exactly how her words smacked into me.
"You heard me, bitch." She licked her glossy bottom lip. "Everyone already suspected how you got this job. But after you tucked yourself into a broom closet at the Christmas party to blow your boss, they just knew."
My eyes narrowed. "They just… knew? Knew what? That a giant, deranged sculpture trapped me in a dark storage room and Logan pulled me out? If you’d been paying attention instead of getting wasted and using your two remaining brain cells to pine after Logan, you might’ve noticed that."
Her body went stiff, and a weird thought flickered through my mind. Did Chloe have something to do with the accident?
No.
