“Jeremy, leave my hand.” I whisper with a glare. He doesn't look at me and just keeps walking. His strides are too long and I am almost skidding after him. Tessa on the other hand is too dazed and takes some time before coming back to her senses.
“Hey, wait for me.” She calls out before running after us.
“Hello Mrs Simmons.” Jeremy greets the prim and proper proprietress who wants to see me.
“Oh, Jeremy. You are here too?” She beams her white, shiny, perfectly arranged teeth at us. She reminds me of those matrons at the old people's home. They always have a gentle smile for everyone, but when they get angry, a tsunami will run through the home. “And you are Mia, right?” She turns to me with sparkling, kind eyes.
“Good morning, Ma’am.”
“Good.l morning. Chairman Winston asked me to
