Asher
my eyes draw down to her name tag pinned to her neatly ironed teal shirt, "Miss Bell, but I never applied for invitation, which makes this invalid."
Her eyes watch the paper as I slide it across her desk, stopping it by her keyboard. She picks it up with delicate fingers, assessing the paper silently. While she does, I can't take my eyes off her crystal looking nails that gleam lavishly under her lamp light. She surely has a hefty paycheck, that's for sure.
"Your name?"
"Alaya Thorne," I reply.
She makes an affirming noise in her throat as she holds the invitation back to me. I refuse to take it, matching her cool gaze. Her jaw ticks, before she places it down and turns toward her keyboard,
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