The next day, Mona and Charissa are seated on plush leather seats in a small conference room at the hotel waiting for Luna Athena. Charissa had been apprehensive since Mona left her yesterday at dinner. She was awake when Mona came back but didn’t know if Mona would be in the right mood to talk to her. They both woke up late, had to rush through breakfast, and went for the meeting. Charissa clears her throat to get Mona’s attention.
“You can just apologize instead of looking at me like that,” Mona says as she takes a binder from the pile on the table. Charissa chuckles nervously.
“I did not insult you,” Charissa says. Mona reads through the document. She is ignoring Charissa.
Charissa goes to her. “I only called them degenerates because that’s what they are.” Charissa says with an air o
