Miss Lydia's temporary office was much like the one back when I first had an audience with her. The room was clean and professional looking, with cream wallpapers, a dark mauve wooden paneled floor, and a stately-looking set of desks with a couple of chairs in front of it. The only difference was that there was no personal memorabilia displayed around.
Gwen stomped towards one of the seats and sat down, her chin raised in an indignant expression. Miss Lydia moved behind her desk and settled down gracefully, a complete contrast with Gwen's movement. I remained standing near the door.
"What was the commotion about?" Miss Lydia asked.
Gwen glared at her and answered, her voice raised. "You saw it as clear as day! Stefanie attacked me. Why are you still asking questions? I'm a reputable gue
