KISAREL.
Jorinda had probably seen me before I saw her, given the expression on her face. She had that slow-assembling smile that Moonie's friends wore when they encountered something they intended to report back about.
She was tall, immaculately dressed, her natural hair freshly done, holding a coffee cup in one hand and a phone in the other, and looking at me like I was exactly the kind of thing she had been hoping to run into today.
"Jorinda," I said politely as I attempted to walk away, but she held me back.
"Kisarel..." She came and stood in front of me again before letting go of my arm. "I didn't know you still worked here..." She eyed me condescendingly, "I mean... After your disgraceful ordeal with the boss the other day."
I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Jorinda—"
"No, serious
