Michelle, with all her sense of entitlement and privilege, sashays toward Claire, who stands there as if struck by lightning. And in those few seconds, everything comes back to Claire: the pool party of just a few days ago, where Michelle and she tried to drown each other.
"Good morning," Michelle actually says, which surprises Claire—she didn't expect Michelle to actually be courteous. "I'm here for Gabriel. We have a meeting."
"A meeting?" Claire rummages through her desk, as if trying to look for a note about Gabriel's schedule for the day, which actually doesn't exist. She pulls out a blank sheet of paper, and pretends to read from it. "Uhh, I think Gabriel's still finishing up his teleconference," she lies, buying time.
"Wait, you look familiar," Michelle says, looking at her from head to toe, her brows knitted. "Have we met before?"
"I—I'm not sure, Ma'am," Claire manages to say. "I'm just new here."
