"Hey there, Mr. Sinclair." Thalassa greeted him with a forced smile.
As long as she wasn't the one feeling awkward, she didn't care who did.
Lysander glanced at his shoe, which now sported a foot-shaped imprint, and gazed at her with a cold stare. "Is this how you always greet people?"
Thalassa noticed the dirt smudge on his shoe, realized it was her fault, and quickly whipped out a rag from her waist while squatting down to clean it. "Sorry, didn't mean to. Let me get that for you."
She used the same rag she used for cleaning tables to scrub his shoe.
Lysander frowned. He was clearly not a fan of this.
After stepping away from her touch, he hissed, "Get out!"
"Sure thing."
Thalassa grabbed her mop and bolted out of the office.
If it weren't for the paycheck, she wouldn't be in his office.
And he told her to get out?
Lysander watched as she quickly retreated from his office, his gaze darkening.
...
In the afternoon, just as Thalassa was about to clock out, Hertha came looking for her.
"Thalassa, I got off early today. Let's hit the shops." Hertha looped her arm through Thalassa's, leading her out of the Sinclair Group building.
Thalassa calculated her finances. She still had $800, and she hadn't yet bought winter clothes for the kids. So she agreed.
Just as they left the Sinclair Group building, a flashy silver Porsche pulled up next to them.
Thalassa and Hertha thought they were obstructing the car's path and moved a bit to the side.
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