Idara
One Tuesday afternoon, after yet another day of doing absolutely nothing, lunchtime finally rolled around. The office had a cafeteria downstairs where employees could go eat, and honestly, it was the only part of the day I ever looked forward to.
Eliot walked up to my desk with a bright smile on his face.
“Well, Idara,” he said cheerfully, flashing those white teeth of his, “why don’t we all go eat lunch together?”
I nodded, relieved for the distraction.
But before I could even stand up, Faye laughed lightly.
“Seriously, Eliot,” she said, waving a hand dismissively, “we can eat alone like we always do. Besides, it doesn’t look like Idara needs more food.”
She laughed again, like it was the most harmless joke in the world.
I froze.
I didn’t know if she truly thought what she
