People were chittering and chattering, Valeria could vividly remember. What could possibly have happened?
Then B of all people was here in her office! She was a slender woman with face contorted into a heavy frown. Like she had been born just to hate Valeria.
"B-- I mean, Mrs Clara." Valeria quickly corrected. She even tried hard to remember that Rose had called her Clara, since they all used to call her 'B' anyway.
"Good morning to you, Valeria. You look nothing like your mother."
Valeria didn't hear her clearly. How the hell did she know her mother! "I'm sorry?"
"Your mother. You look nothing like her. Perhaps the other one might have the same face, but not you." Clara said, "It's quite funny that you're daddy's girl. Good thing."
Valeria couldn't take it anymore. "Why are you here!" She snapped, trying to control her anger.
