Marissa POV
"And you will get to those," Rachel promised, her eyes darting toward the elevators like she expected a firing squad to emerge at any second.
"But if you want to keep this job and trust me, Marissa, you really want to keep this job you will get him that coffee. Black, two sugars, and it better be hot enough to melt lead. You have three minutes left. Go!"
I didn't wait for another word. I turned and practically sprinted toward the break room Rachel pointed out. My mind was a chaotic mess of frustration and a nagging, rhythmic sense of déjà vu. That voice. It was deep and had a gravelly, vibrating quality that resonated in the pit of my stomach.
It was the same voice that had whispered "Zaika" into the shell of my ear while I was half conscious and reeling from tequila at t
