“Maybe she’s looking for an excuse to quit,” Letty suggests, and her heart gives a heavy pound with the proclamation. It’s fairly clear Letty doesn’t want Quinn here, now we just have to see if she has anything to do with trying to get her to leave.
“No one is forcing her to stay.” Evan shakes his head and lumbers back to my door. “Thanks for taking care of the door, Letty. I’ll see you at the morning meeting.”
I keep my eyes on the young shifter examining Quinn’s door for a moment longer as Evan enters my room, then follow my friend inside.
Quinn
I wantto linger near the door, but that would be a clear invasion of privacy. I head back to the kitchen after grabbing the bowl for the popcorn from Evan. I can’t see Letty, but I do hear her ask Griffin if he’s busy. He doesn’t even respond to her as I make my way back to the get the popcorn.
I make sure to take my time in the kitchen, but run out of reasons to stall pretty quickly. When I pass the door, it’s mostly closed, and I don’t see Griffin. I turn my attention back to the now empty living room. Evan must be out there too. I wonder if there’s something going on.
Unsure where to sit, or what to do, I perch on the edge of the middle cushion on the couch. I try to get reinterested in the movie, but my gaze keeps being drawn to the door. What are they doing out there?
I sit up straight when Evan stalks into the living room with a scowl on his face. “Did you talk to anyone about what happened last night? Alice? Anyone else?”
“No, I didn’t even see her today.”
“I didn’t say anything,” Evan tells me, and then faces Griffin. “I know your monosyllabic ass didn’t say anything either.” Griffin shrugs as if to confirm Evan’s words.
“Wasn’t that Letty? Why are you asking about Alice?”
Evan drops back into his seat next to me. “Yeah, that was her. I think you need to tell me a little more about why you think Letty doesn’t like you.”
Griffin
It seemsmy old friend has been holding out on me. He knows something about Letty and Quinn that I don’t. I’m tempted to demand someone tell me, but instead I take a deep breath and return to my seat, figuring I can glean the information from them as they speak. First step in trying not to be an asshole.
“I already told you, I can tell by the way she looks at me.”
“How does she look at you?” I settle back, even though I’m already impatient for answers.
“Like my existence irks her, like I shouldn’t be breathing her air. Why are we talking about this?” Quinn looks between Evan and me. I raise my brows at Evan, waiting for him to reply.
“Letty mentioned you were havingissueswith your room, so if you didn’t tell anyone, and we didn’t, how would she know?”
Quinn bites her plump bottom lip. Her eyes are lowered, darting along the floor. “I don’t think I said anything.” Her back goes ramrod straight. “Wait, I called your office.” She points at me. “I mentioned I wanted to speak with you about switching rooms.” Her head tilts to the side. “That was before I knew you were the director.” She almost growls the last word. I can see a change of topic is in order.
“Who was it?” Evan questions.
“I don’t know, but it wasn’t Millie.” Quinn tosses her hands in the air.
“If it wasn’t Millie, then it would have to be Trisha, right?” Evan looks at me over Quinn’s head.
“Yeah, I got an email about it this afternoon,” I admit, not looking at Quinn. “I doubt she would have said anything to anyone else.” I pull my phone out of my pocket and send her a quick text.
Me:Have you talked to anyone about Ms. Shaw’s request?
“What are you doing?” Quinn leans a little closer, then thinks better of it and adjusts herself.
“I’m asking her.” I keep my eyes on the phone, waiting for the three little dots to appear.
Trisha:No, sir. Is there someone I should speak to about it?
Me:No.
“She hasn’t told anyone you requested a room switch, and she doesn’t know about anything else.”
“So how does Letty know?” Evan narrows his eyes.
