At dinner time, Jaylan was still out and about. I collected myself and headed downstairs to eat, casually chatting with Clara about the events at the office.
She'd been there for a few days now, getting acquainted with the different departments and their respective heads.
Clara was all sweet smiles and sincere sharing, holding nothing back about the office politics. Her insights reinforced my suspicion that my true allies at the office were dwindling.
Suddenly, I heard a beep from Zora's phone. She picked it up, glanced at the screen, and her expression instantly soured. After that, she was lost in her thoughts, forgetting to feed little Carl his dinner.
I reached out and took Carl's bowl, casually asking her, "Zora, are you feeling alright?"
She looked up at me, a forced smile on her face after a moment's pause. "Actually, I'm feeling a bit off."
She reached out to take the bowl back, "I'll feed him."
"Nah, I've got it. You rest if you're not feeling well."
Clara chimed in immediately. "Zora, you should rest. I can clear up here."
Zora shot her a look, irritation written all over her face. "I'm fine. Eat your food."
Clara laughed awkwardly, looking at me with an expression of confusion and guilt, like she'd done something wrong.
I smirked inwardly. This little girl was putting on quite the show.
"No need to be so formal, Clara. You're part of this household now, so relax." My words were meant to reassure, but they were also an invitation.
From then on, I began to overly rely on Clara, entrusting Carl's entertainment to her. To my surprise, Carl took to Clara instantly, following her around the house, filling it with laughter.
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