congratulated Arabella on her ideas and walked off in the direction of her
office.
The silence in the hallway sounded like a roar. June’s head buzzed with it
and her veins felt like they were on fire. Her stomach roiled with nerves.
She could actually feel a bead of sweat trickling down the back of her neck
from her hairline.
The craziest thing was that Arabella seemed just as uncomfortable. She
actually swallowed loud enough for June to hear it. She looked like she
thought she was going to be fi
red.
“Can I…can I see you in my office for a second?” June asked. She
wished her tone would stay flat, the way she wanted it to.
“Yeah.” Arabella nodded, putting on a brave face. She wiped her palms
on her black pencil skirt nervously, though. June’s eyes were drawn to
Arabella’s shoes—plain black flats, not the four-inch heels she’d been
expecting. “Sure,” she said thickly, when June just stood there.
June shook herself, remembering that Arabella couldn’t know the way to
her office yet. She started off, the hairs on the backs of her arms standing up
at the sound of Arabella’s light steps behind her.
June entered her office with far more outward confidence than she felt.
She kept her posture rigid as she closed the door. There were no chairs in
front of her desk, and she didn’t want to sit down and invite Arabella to do
the same in the more comfortable conversation area to the right. Every
office was set up pretty much the same, unless someone wanted something
different. June’s wasn’t any bigger than any of the others.
Arabella stood awkwardly, cringing, waiting for the hammer of June’s
wrath to come down and squish her like a sad, helpless bug.
June cleared her throat. She wasn’t about to give in to the temptation to
give Arabella a taste of her own foul medicine. She wasn’t karma itself. She
didn’t believe in abusing one’s power, and grudges were messy and