Cindy Clark hurried to explain that Lena Carter was the daughter of their company's chairman and also the head of the design department. Their company was short on designers, and when Miss Carter asked if she had anyone to recommend, she immediately thought of us and called us over.
She didn’t know Lena and I had history.
Not that it mattered. As long as Lena was around, I had zero interest in sticking around. Didn't even bother with pleasantries—I just turned around and left.
But I was a second too late.
Lena blocked the door and sneered at Cindy, “If I’d known this was the kind of person you’d bring, I wouldn’t have bothered showing up.”
Cindy kept it light with a smile. “Sophie’s great—she was top of her year in school.”
Lena tilted her chin, her voice dripping with
