(Bella)
As l walk my way down the corridor, I spot Cynthia walking to her office, I quicken my step just to meet up.
And most notably, she's been oddly calm, that's unlike her, she always seems to be at loggerhead with me, and doesn't fail to show just how much.
Right on cue, I step in front of her door before she could touch the doorknob, she looks up at me, her expression blank.
I drag in a sharp breath. "Look, Cynthia, about the other day, I'm sorry for snapping at you, it wasn't my intention to, I was just having a bad day," I apologize.
She takes a step closer, her eyes narrowing at me and then she spat. "Your business, not mine. I don't care," she says outrightly but I know now that she usually doesn't mean what she says.
And from what I'd observed, Cynthia wasn't best at showi
