Moana
As I was drying off my hands on the plush hand towel, I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder.
It was Kelly.
“Oh… You scared me,” I said, taking a step backwards. “Do you need something?”
“Why haven’t you been doing your job?” she asked abruptly, her voice somewhat shrill. She seemed incredibly irritated, and her face was a bit red from alcohol.
“Um… Excuse me?” I asked.
Kelly laughed and rolled her eyes abrasively, folding her thin arms across her small chest. I was never much of the type to judge other women negatively for their bodies, but it was apparent that she was wearing a pushup bra through her almost-sheer dress, and it wasn’t working. In fact, now that I thought of it, I had hardly seen her eat anything at the luncheon the other day or at the banquet j
