Kaida
The fantasy shattered instantly. I spun around to face her, shaking my head quickly, my hands flying up defensively. "No. No. No. That's not true."
Meredith's eyes widened, and she clapped a hand over her open mouth. She held up three fingers, her gaze darting between me and her raised hand, as if calculating some equation.
"Meredith!" I snapped, throwing my arms down in frustration. I ran a hand through my hair, pacing a few steps. "I mean it. I don't have that kind of relationship with them. The room, the clothes, they're just perks that come with the job." Though, I had to admit, most of the situation with the Ragnars didn't add up.
Why would the previous employees have quit early and needed therapy if they were treated like this? It didn't make sense.
I could have assumed Ma
