Cheryl's POV:
I wondered how she knew it was me.
I closed my eyes for a moment, knowing there was no escape. Taking a deep breath, I adjusted my expression and reached out to open the door.
The moment the door swung open, something hurtled toward me like a missile!
Instinctively, I tilted my head, and the object grazed my cheek before clattering onto the tiled floor, the metal zipper clinking softly. As I bent down to pick it up, my gaze caught on something that had fallen out—
The keychain Rachel had given me, with a photo of the two of us.
No wonder she’s so furious…
“You must’ve been really busy in bed, huh? Must be nice to sleep your way to the top.” Zoe crossed her arms, her gaze sharp as she watched me pick up the scattered items, her voice oozing with disdain. “It’s not easy
