CHAPTER 85.
DAISY'S POINT OF VIEW.
My lips parted, but no words came out. I looked around and saw it was just Judy in the elevator. She had her bag clutched to her side, so I knew she was about to leave when I stopped the elevator.
A deep wave of guilt washed over me. I knew I shouldn't feel this way, but I couldn’t help it. I didn't ask to be made the new pack communications director, but I still felt a little sorry for her.
She shouldn't get fired in the wake of one of the biggest elections.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the elevator and stood beside her.
My hands trembled and my heart raced. I tried to put myself in her shoes and think of how she felt.
The door closed slowly, and the elevator soon started to move. After enough contemplation, I turned to her.
“Judy, I didn
