Chapter 11: Cinderella, is that you?

The first thing I hear when I step off the elevator is an obnoxious laugh. The kind of laugh that would scare pigeons away and make small babies cry. The fact that it broke through the double oak doors is impressive enough for me. I have half a mind to go back to the car and wait until the princess is done with whatever business she has in Saz's office. Our office. I boldly stride down the hallway as another cackle erupts. I wait until it subsides before pulling open the door.

Zelia sits on Saz's desk, wiping a tear away from her eye. Her smile falls a little as she watches me gently close the door. "Just let it close girl. If it slams, it slams."

I let the door fall the rest of the way, a small thump the only sound it makes. "Good morning, Ms. Riviera."

I stand tall as I walk the rest of the way to my desk. I watch Saz out of the corner of my eye, "Should I leave, Mr. Fairweather?"