At that moment, the fog clouding my mind from the intoxicating lewdness Irene was exuding cleared up.
"Retired?" I asked, needing to confirm. "She retired from being a professor?"
"She also retired from being an agent for the administrators," Irene replied.
That threw me off completely. Rose loved her job as a professor. Sure, she hated the bullshit orders from the administrators, but she endured it because teaching was her passion. And now, she'd just up and retired?
"Did she go back to her house?" I asked.
"Doesn't seem like it," Irene said, shaking her head. "I mean, you probably know this, but Rose hates her family. She'd rather die in a ditch than go crawling back to them."
She wasn't wrong. Rose always carried this bitterness about her family. Anytime something reminded her of them, her face twisted into a scowl that practically screamed disdain.
"If that's the case, where is she now?" I pressed.
