Reborn My Mean Girl Coworker's Deadly Trap
Language: en
"Friday night, VIP lounge at Club Spade. I’ve pre-ordered ten bottles of Ace of Spades! See you there, babes!" Chloe leaned against my cubicle partition, sipping Coca-Cola through a straw. Her peach lip gloss left a sticky, greasy ring on the plastic straw. Peach. She always wore peach. Of the six people in our department, five nodded in agreement. I was the only one who stayed silent. "Avery? You coming?" She tilted her head, looking at me. I declined flatly. "No." She stopped sipping her soda. "Oh? Why not?" "Just don't want to." "Are you worried about the money? Don't be! It's…