– Lisa Red –
It had been eight days since Drex confronted me, and somehow, his silence disturbed me more than being bothered ever could.
Because this affected my sanity.
It made me feel like he had something planned and was only waiting for the right time to execute it.
My office door pushed open and Irea walked in with Imogen who was grinning widely.
“What took you so long?” I asked. She had been gone for over an hour.
Maybe even almost two.
Her cheeks flushed and she avoided my gaze when she said. “Traffic, ma'am.”
“Traffic?” For so long?
I turned to Imogen. “How was your day dear?”
“Nice. I want to watch cartoon.” That was all she said before jumping on my couch.
Irea went to turn on the TV for her.
It was as if they were trying to avoid being questioned.
Strange, because
