The ginger menace was on the floor, palms pressed neatly against her knees, head bowed. Freckles caught the light, and her lips trembled like some bullied schoolgirl being dumped sewer water on while in the bathroom. Her tears ran faster than her mouth, which was already quick as hell.
"I should not have approached Miss Smith while she was still resting," she sniffled, wiping her cheek but leaving an artful streak of shine for Eirlys to notice. "It was my fault. I only wanted to wake her gently, and I was careless. To disturb her sleep is unforgivable."
Oh, hell no. Ain't no fucking way someone was about to believe this nonsense.
"It's not your fault, now stand up." Eirlys said with her arms crossed, before glaring at me, "While you… You're still sleeping at this hour?"
Don't tell me she buy that story… Seriously, jesus christ, Eirlys Sonder. Are you so immersed in the role of those kind of CEO/Chairman?
