"I'm... just a staff member here."
Instinctively, I looked around for someone I knew, but there was no one familiar in this place.
Maybe I should just turn around and run.
"Staff?" His fist was still bleeding, clearly not his own. He tilted his head, looking down at me with a condescending gaze. His confused expression quickly faded.
"Yes, Isaac. She's just a cleaning staff," Maggie finally walked forward, sauntering over to intervene.
She draped herself over his broad shoulder, lit a cigarette for him, and gave me a quick look, a look that told me to get my act together.
"Claire, don't just stand there like a statue. Get this place cleaned up."
I nodded, grabbing the cleaning tools and moving past them. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Isaac's gaze following me, something Mag
