Rivera lifted her hand to knock but stopped when she heard a woman’s laughter from inside the office. Her knuckles hovered in the air. She knew that voice. It was Clara.
Her hand slowly dropped. Her heart began to beat faster, and she told herself to leave. This was not her business. She had only come to check on him, to maybe ask if he wanted to go home, to eat something. She should walk away, but her feet wouldn’t move.
She hadn’t meant to listen, but the door was not fully closed, and she could hear them clearly.
“Are you trying to get rid of me now?” Clara asked inside in a mocking tone. “You finally have a new girl, so I’m no longer useful?”
“I told you to wait,” Reagan replied. “This is not the right time.”
Clara laughed again. “Not the right time? Or not the right woman?” There
