Portia
"Which one started the crying fest here?" she asks, eyes on the girls.
The guard who is responsible for the guilty one, pushes his charge forward.
The woman steps toward her, c***s her head to look at her then touches her face, wiping away a tear. "Look what you've done to your face. Your makeup will have to be fixed, The others too."
The girl swallows standing suddenly, very straight. I realize why when I see how the woman with the clipboard is holding her chin, nails digging into skin.
"But there's always one example to be made," the woman says and gestures to the other woman to step forward. "I'm going to give you a choice. Each of you sobbing will have the same choice to make if you're still crying like babies when I'm finished with this one."
The one from the kitchen step
