Sitting in the furthest chair from the receptionist’s desk, Roxie tried to make sense of what was happening. Maybe the receptionist was just having a bad morning. People had those. She shouldn’t take it personally.
Yeah, she didn’t buy that.
There was a look in the older woman’s gaze every time it flicked toward Roxie that told her something else was going on here. The scoff that followed every glance only aimed to prove her right. Whatever issues the woman had with Roxie ran deep because she didn’t even pretend to be civil.
Roxie shifted in her seat. What’s her problem? Had they met before, and Roxie had stolen the last pack of tropical yogurt or something?
Right then, the principal’s office door swung open, and a familiar, tall woman in a navy dress stepped out. Roxie’s breath caug
