Rachel didn't want to be here. Every rational part of her mind screamed at her to turn around, to let this disaster of a partnership collapse under its own weight. But the competitive part—the part that refused to let Cecilia win by dragging her down—kept her feet moving.
She stopped in front of the door, exhaling slowly, as if she could release all her irritation along with her breath.
Then, she knocked.
And waited.
The door slid open with a quiet hiss.
Cecilia blinked at her for half a second before a slow, delighted grin spread across her face. "Oh my~" she drawled, placing a hand over her heart like she'd just been presented with a rare delicacy. "Ray-Ray is visiting me! What an honor!"
Rachel stared at her, unamused. If looks could kill, Cecilia Slatemark would have been nothing but a memory by now.
"Cecilia," Rachel exhaled through her nose, her grip on patience hanging by a thread. "We need to talk."
