“Here it is”, Renée pointed at a brown door, Marceline looked intently at it, She raised her hand and held the golden handle of the door, She wanted to turn it but Renée held her hand in place.
“Wait Celine,” Marceline glanced at her, She was knitting her brows, She was nervous.
“What is it?, Spill Renée”. Marceline said anxiously, the anxiety eating her.
“You should know, She’s extremely hard to work with, Verma”.
Verma?, Well she was looking forward to working with her then.
Marceline gave her a reassuring smile, “I will be Fine Renée”.
“You sure, cause I have to go now?”.
Marceline nodded, “I am”.
Renée was attentive enough to give her one last glance before she left her to the brown door. Marceline breathed a sigh out, She held on tightly to the handle and opened the door
