"Kirsten!"
Marion's voice was sharp as ice. "Apologize to Rena right now!"
Kirsten let out a bitter chuckle.
Marion hadn't bothered to ask what happened. He'd already decided she was to blame.
She released Verena's wrist, her gaze shifting from Marion's furious face to Verena, who was dabbing at her tears with a look of smug triumph glinting in her eyes. The whole scene felt absurdly surreal.
"Marion, don't be too hard on Kirsten," Verena sniffled, clutching his sleeve with a show of saintly forgiveness.
Her voice was just loud enough for the colleagues hovering at the door to hear every word.
"She didn't mean it. Those trending posts, and getting fired—it's all crushing her. She just needed someone to lash out at. I can't... I can't really blame her for that..."
Kirsten was stunne
