Now I could easily track Gizelle's steps as her heels knocked on the staircase. Even when she walked outside, I could pinpoint her location as though she stood right by my side.
Indeed, Smith waited for her in a black sedan, and the lady entered the passenger seat.
"Good girl, I'm happy to see you here," the masculine voice said. It was hard to attribute characteristics to voices from such a distance without seeing the speaker's face, but I felt it had a shady type of happiness in it.
"What do you want, Smith?" Gizelle asked impatiently.
"You know what I want, now close the door so we can get some privacy." Sounds like he had big plans.
"Don't cross the line, I might go to the police," the lady talked through gritted teeth. So the teacher we all loved and appreciated was coerced into something. Well, that was a relief. I mean, poor her, I wish she was happy.
