I did say that.
“Fine.”
It’s about two miles, and by the time I get to the Silverclaw Company, Ryan is waiting at the door for me with a warm smile.
“Good morning, Fiona.”
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” I tell him as he leads me to an elevator.
He waves a hand in the air, saying, “It’s no problem. I’ll be showing you around and explaining your job duties.”
“Thank you,” I respond, looking around. There are many people lingering in the lobby, but none of them pay me any attention.
Just as the elevator dings and opens, a scoff sounds. When I look up, I see the rich girl from the shop yesterday. She glares contemptuously at me before stepping out of the elevator.
She skirts around us, as if she’s afraid of touching me, and from the nonsense she spewed yesterday about me being poor
