CHAPTER TWELVE
LARA’S POV
Work ended later than usual that evening.
My neck hurt. My eyes hurt. Even my brain felt overworked.
I shut down my laptop with a tired sigh while other employees gradually filtered out of the office floor.
“Finally,” Amelia groaned from the desk opposite mine. “If I stay here another ten minutes, I’ll sue this company.”
I laughed softly while packing my bag.
“You say that every day.”
“And one day I’ll mean it.”
She stretched dramatically before narrowing her eyes at me.
“You’re going straight home?”
“Hopefully.”
“You sound unsure.”
“Because my Uber app hates me.”
Amelia snorted.
“Fair enough.”
We left together, talking casually as we entered the elevator.
“So,” she said suddenly, “have you settled into your apartment properly now?”
“Kind of.”
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