XENIA
After what felt like an hour of replaying tapes, Thekla delivered the bad news.
“I’m sorry, Xenia. There’s nothing in this tapes that show anyone planting the nails in your shoes, we’ve seen today’s footage about ten times and nothing suspicious happened,” the sympathy in her voice was the only thing keeping from screaming my head off.
The awfully suspicious mean b***h had been sent out by Thekla before we played the CCTV footage, but I knew she’d have been gloating if she was still here.
“It’s fine, thank you for trying, you’re really kind,” I thanked her genuinely.
“Don’t thank me yet, keep that until I find the culprit because no one is getting away with bullying in my club,” she said, seeming to mean every word.
“I trust you to get to the bottom of it,” I smiled at her, “I’
