It was hard to ignore the wide berth people were giving her as she walked to her office. She couldn’t exactly blame them–if they were in the late sixteen-hundreds they would have probably burned her at a stake for being cursed or something.
Olivia feels cursed, if she was honest, or the very least, infectious.
But she was here to work, and that’s what she should do. Squaring her shoulders, she opened the file for Cindy Jones and worked until lunch when Mason had dropped by the office to bring her something to eat. When she greeted him, she realized that those were the first words she had spoken since entering the station this morning.
“How’s your day going?”
“Besides being the workplace pariah?”
He scoffed. “Daniels should be glad the worst thing that happened was a dismissal and
