"Do you think you've been sidetracked, Rebecca?" I tried to sound as friendly as possible.
The smile she gives me is that of a sweet girl who knows she's done something naughty. She looks around again, biting her lip, and when her eyes slide back to me, she makes a clicking sound with her tongue.
"I think I got a bit carried away, you're right…" She raises her hands as if I'm about to explode.
My eye just twitches, but I don't let her see it.
"But I'll fix it, I promise."
"You don't have anything to fix, I'll ask…"
"Who?" She snaps back. "Irina, the helpful one, Vladimir? Because if so, I don't want her here in our room."
Damn you, woman. What are you playing at?
I bit my tongue, because if I defend myself, I lose.
"I hired specialized and skilled people to organize the closet, Re
