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If she’s trying to appeal to my humanity, she might die trying. People in my position don’t lead with our hearts because we would never be satisfied with something so ridiculous.
We don’t seek to make the world better.
We seek to make itours.
I readjust my position in my chair to look at her. “Spoken like someone who knows nothing about running a multibillion-dollar industry. Not that I’m surprised. You do work here, after all.”
She reaches out and pinches my arm. Her small fingers lack the strength to do any real damage.
“What the hell was that for?” I snap.
“I was trying to see if this was a nightmare. Turns out this whole train wreck of a conversation isveryreal.”
“Touch me again and you’ll be fired on the spot.”
She freezes. “Which department did you say you were from again?”
“I didn’t.”
She smacks her forehead with her hand as she switches between English and a foreign language I’m not familiar with.
“What department doyouwork in?” I counter.
She sits up taller with a grin like I didn’t threaten to fire her a second ago.Bizarre. “I’m a beautician at The Magic Wand Salon.”
“Great. So at least you don’t do anything important enough to be missed.”
Her chair creaks underneath her as she recoils. “God, you’re such an asshole.”
Joyce couldn’t have planned my entrance any better than this. She calls out my name and everyone’s heads turn in the direction of our dark corner.
I rise from my seat and look over at Zahra with a raised brow. Her head hangs low, and her chest shakes.From laughter?
What the hell? She should be apologizing and begging for her job.
Joyce calls my name, and my head snaps in the direction of the stage.
I turn toward the crowd and walk away from Zahra. There’s only one thing I need to focus on, and my goal has nothing to do with a woman who dared to call me an asshole and laugh about it.
3
Zahra
Islam the door to my locker shut.
“What’s got you all upset?” Claire takes a seat on the bench across from me and puts on her flats. Her dark, shoulder-length hair curtains around her face, and she shoves it out of the way.
“I met the biggest jerk this morning during the meeting. And you won’t believe who it was.”
“Who?!”
“Rowan Kane.”
“Get the fuck out!” My roommate’s brown eyes go wide.
A couple heads snap in our direction. Mrs. Jeffries fumbles for her cross necklace as she stares at us.
“Claire.” I groan.
