TANISHA
He looked at me like I had spoken a language he was unable to comprehend. I thought he might lash out with the way his jaw tightened. Instead, he stepped back, studying me with precision.
“Kitchen. I’ll be in my office.” He said at last.
I nodded, moving past him to grab the coffee I was very sure he didn’t even want.
When I returned, Pepa was already there, perched on the edge of his desk like she belonged to the furniture. Her blonde hair sparkled in the sunlight, she was dressed in a camo two piece outfit, all smiles and deliberate ease. Why did she even frequent the office? they lived together for f***s sake. Her eyes flicked to me, bright with curiosity.
“Oh,” she gasped, feigning surprise. “You’re back to work.”
“Yes,” I replied. “Good morning.”
She blinked. Once.
“Pe
