I raised my head and blinked in surprise because she was looking straight at me.
"Can I have ten minutes of your time, Miss? I've been looking for you."
She asked it in that soft, deadly tone, the kind that slid under the skin and made saying no impossible.
I nodded stiffly, still confused why someone like her would look for me, then followed her toward the cafeteria.
What did she want? Was this about me being late with her file? Was she really going to scold me just over those five minutes?
I sighed heavily, my shoulders sagging as I pulled out a chair to sit across from her. Of course, five wasted minutes mattered in her world.
I placed my files on the table. My hands clenched and unclenched on my lap like a student waiting to be scolded by a disciplinary teacher.
As I pressed my lips tight, she smiled warmer, letting her cold façade melt, like she already knew how wary I was.
"Here. It's yours, isn't it?"
