Eleanor
Balancing the tray carefully in my hands, I stepped out of the elevator and walked back into the office space, schooling my expression into one of neutrality.
On the way up here, I had grabbed a tray from the employee’s kitchen two floors down so that I would be able to carry the things I went to buy properly.
Speaking of which, I had taken my time getting the damn scones and coffee, not because I was in any rush to return, but because I needed a second to collect myself, to shake off the irritation crawling under my skin from my earlier interaction with Della.
Yeah, that was her name.
I still didn’t know who she was, other than someone with an obvious superiority complex, but judging from the older woman’s demeanor, she was important.
Important enough that I had swallowed
