CLARA
"How is she settling in?" Damien asked me from across the table.
I paused mid-chew, lifted my head, and blinked slowly at him. I appreciated how Damien always paid attention to the little details I shared with him. Many men wouldn't even think to ask about a friend. I reached for my glass of water, finished chewing, swallowed, and took a sip. "She's settling in fine," I replied, grateful for his concern. "Thanks for asking."
I noticed he hadn't touched his food yet. Odd, considering he was the one who suggested we take a break from work to grab something to eat because he was hungry. "Why exactly was she fired?" he inquired.
"Because she photocopied an extra sheet," I gritted out, the anger and frustration boiling up inside me all over again. "I think it has something to do with
