Flora's POV
I walk back into my small office, shutting the door behind me and leaning against it for a moment. My mind is racing with everything Mr. Rivera said. My hands tremble slightly as I press them against the desk, trying to steady myself.
Senator Jones.
Stanley’s friend.
Why would he want to help me? Why would he offer me a job one that seems too convenient, too calculated?
I exhale sharply, running a hand through my hair. The more I think about it, the more it feels like Stanley is involved in something far shadier than I ever imagined. Or maybe he isn’t, and he’s just surrounded by the worst kind of people without realizing it.
But that would mean he’s blind to the kind of company he keeps.
And I don’t know which is worse.
I sit down, forcing myself to push the thoughts
