"Probably covering her tracks," Laura said nonchalantly. "She's good at that. Real good."
Something about her tone sent a chill down my spine. "What tracks?"
"Do you always ask this many questions?" she shot back, crossing her arms and arching a brow.
"Yes," I said evenly. "When I need to understand why the same thing that happened to me in my past life happened to her. And why, despite knowing nothing would happen to me anyway, she decided to report me."
Laura tilted her head, her smirk faltering for a moment as if trying to figure me out. Then she let out a dry laugh.
"You really want to know?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied, my tone sharp.
She sighed dramatically, leaning back against the desk again. "Fine. Since you're so persistent. Normally, I don't air dirty laundry. But when your so-called friend decided to demote me, give my work to some Jessica Wilde just so she could kiss up to her boss and climb the ladder, I make exceptions."
