“Estelle, who is she?” Wichita hoped from the table, “… I thought I clarified that no interviews today.” Wichita opposed. The irk was pouring out of her tone.
“I- uh, Sarah said that Estelle would see me.” Clarisse stammered.
“No, she won’t,” Wichita said, “… didn’t you call Sarah and inform her that I’ve intervened?” Wichita turned towards Estelle.
The door opened, and Sarah appeared panting, “I am so sorry. I have already sent her in before you called.”
“Oh, for god’s sake…,” Wichita yelled, “… does anything happen around here correctly?”
Sarah hung her head apologetically and Clarisse pondered for words to phrase an appropriate sentence.
“I am sorry, dear,” Estelle spoke up, “… would you mind waiting for a few moments, please?”
Clarisse gazed up at Estelle, completely vexed by h
