KAISHA PASSED her gaze over the furniture in the room. She wore a cream-colored dress, her hair pulled into a neat bun, and her lips painted a matte brick red. The sound of her heels echoed with every step she took, the only noise breaking the silence aside from the hammering of Kaisha’s heart, urging her to run away.
"You fit perfectly here..." she began, her eyes scanning a few abstract paintings on the walls.
Kaisha wanted to thank her, but the sarcastic undertone held her back, so she stayed silent. Senyora turned her eyes back to Kaisha, perhaps noticing her silence.
"Who would've known you'd clean up well and can even manage the company well?" she remarked.
Kaisha blinked, caught off guard by the words. Was this praise, or should she brace herself for the harsh words that might c
