It only took Samantha a couple of seconds to collect herself and straighten out her skirt before dawning her professional persona once again to lead the way.
While I wore a faint smirk at how flustered the woman had been inside the elevator, Jennifer, on the other hand, was in full Yandere mode, well, at least internally.
On the outside, she continued to wear her polite smile as she allowed the receptionist to lead us down the hall, which ended at a large oak door.
But inside, she was fuming, something that only I was privy to, thanks to my Telepathy skill. In the span of 45 seconds, the woman had come up with dozens of different methods of killing Samantha, making me reevaluate her with a curious eye.
'I never realized she had such tendencies, hm, learn something new every day,' I mused while pulling up my hood to hide my face and shoving my hands into the Kangaroo pocket of my hoodie.
