Elena’s POV
If looks could kill, I’d already be buried six feet under the secretary pool’s carpet. Three sets of eyes tracked me the second I stepped in, paperwork in hand. Their whispers weren’t even subtle. It was like high school all over again, except these girls had designer heels and fake nails sharp enough to gouge an eye out.
“She’s the reason Miranda lost her job,” one of them muttered.
“I heard she bewitched Mr. Valiente,” another added.
The third gave me a slow once-over. “No wonder. She’s got that… desperate vibe.”
I counted to three in my head, forcing my heels to click steadily across the room. I had rent due in two weeks. Jack’s school had sent another reminder about tuition. I couldn’t afford to let three office mean girls push me into doing something stupi
