HAZEL
Amanda was cleaning up while I was pouring myself a glass of juice when Angela walked into the kitchen.
“Hazel,” she said. She didn’t look at me.
So this was Angela’s angry face, because I knew she was angry at me. It felt like she had already picked sides. Natasha’s side. And she was angry at me.
“Yes, Angela? What is it?” I asked, not a care in the world.
“ Mr Morretti asked for you. Axel needs your presence in his office.”
“Oh,” I said, lifting a brow. “So you went to tell on me?”
Angela only replied, calm and clipped, “This way. We shouldn’t keep him waiting.”
Then she turned and started walking.
I rolled my eyes and found Amanda watching me curiously. I straightened, met her gaze, and said, “Pray for me.”
Then I drank the juice. I knew I would need the energy to face A
