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“I’M NOT SURPRISED to see you again,” Zelda said. “Please sit down. It’s not that I'm a prognosticator, I've simply seen too many of these cases, unfortunately.”
“And there’s more I have to report.” Scarlett eased into a tapestry wingback chair in front of Zelda’s antique desk and crossed her legs. She’d shed her conservative black corporate suit as soon as she’d returned to Johnny’s, opting for pencil-thin black pants and a supple white jersey blouse, which was casual, yet stylish. After spending time in Spain with Johnny, her view of the world and her place in it was shifting.
Scarlett went on to tell Zelda about returning to the office after vacation and discovering she’d been fired by email.
Zelda brushed her short, sophisticated grey hair over her ear as she made notes. “Did th
