LAURA
I arrived at the office a little later than usual, still nursing a dull headache from a restless night. I stepped into the lobby with my heels clicking against the polished marble and my mind already lost in unfinished contracts I had to work on today.
I was still lost in thought when I paused due to the face I saw.
Mandy Rivers.
Time hadn’t changed her. She still carried herself like the world owed her something. Dressed in designer brands from head to toe, she looked like a porcelain doll polished for display. The air around me shifted. Just the sight of her soured my mood.
"What are you doing here?" I asked flatly, not bothering to stop or even spare her a full glance.
“I came to see my best friend,” she said softly.
The words nearly made me laugh.
I paused and turned slow
