“Good morning Suri!”
Suri looked up at Yael’s bright cheerful face and forced a smile onto her own. Hypocrite. Hy-po-crite. Here you go smiling at her as if you’re friends while really you’re plotting her destruction behind her back.
She pushed open the door to her therapy room. Okay she allowed herself. Destruction was probably pushing it. They weren’t even talking about the possibility of letting her go.
“It’s tricky” Aviva had said drumming her fingers on the table in yet another one of their intense strategizing sessions. “I mean we owe all our startup money and all the funding for this building to her father-in-law.”
“And hiring her was one of the conditions” Suri had reminded her for the umpteenth time.
