ISABELLE.
Rachel.
"What did you say to Enrico?" She came to a stop before Heather and me.
"Excuse me?" I glared at her in return.
"He dared to raise his voice at me, all because you fed him lies about the project?"
"Like he didn't raise his voice at me, too? And what part of what I said was a lie? Haven't I done my part of the work?"
Rae scoffed, "You think I don't know what you're planning. You got dumped, and now you're looking for ways to cling to higher-ups."
I ignored the itchiness in my eyes. "I'll consider that a slip of the tongue. You probably wanted to describe yourself. If you've got any dignity left, you wouldn't come to confront me for opening up about you not doing the work that you are paid to do."
She pointed at me, glaring even harder. "This isn't over!" Then
