"People have newly applied for employment here," I replied blandly.
"I can not actually keep track of where they used to operate. As subordinate manager, however, I can sympathize with the complication of employees who vacate without giving information."
"Stop that!" Helena exclaimed, hardly corresponding the cool, obtained diva from previous week.
"Do you feel I can not discern through your lies? You stroll in darkness, your feeling wreathed in fire!"
"What is on fire?"
Wilson and Micke came up, obviously lured by the prop procession.
"Her," Helena declared openly, focussing at me, using the New Age raspy tone.
Micke scanned me curiously, as though literally examining for blazes. "Katharina?"
"She stole my workers. Just came in and snatched them like that. I could prosecute, you know. When I tell my attorneys—"
"Which workers?"
"Tammi and Janice."
