Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her—Anna. This time, she was wearing her hair blonde, trying to be someone new, perhaps, but her intentions were clear as she sauntered over to Adam with an air of flirtation.
My eyes narrowed slightly as I watched her approach, trying to pick up on their conversation. Even from across the room, I could feel the shift in her demeanour—her voice dripping with fake sweetness as she greeted him.
"Hello, Adam," she said, her tone blatantly flirtatious, like she hadn’t just disrespected me days ago.
"Hello, Anna," Adam replied, but his voice was indifferent, detached, as if he couldn’t be bothered to engage with her nonsense.
She wasn’t ready to give up, though. "Sorry, I barged into your office when I brought the invite," she continued, trying to so
