Zara sipped her latte slowly, the warmth doing little to ease the tightness in her chest.
"You know, for some reason, I feel like you hate her more than I do," she said, eyeing Nadia over the rim of her cup.
"Yes, I do," Nadia replied bluntly, the words slipping out before she could stop them.
Zara raised a brow. "Why? You two haven't even known each other for that long."
Nadia dropped her gaze, thinking to herself, 'I don't think I can tell her just yet.'
"Zara, she's the only one benefitting from this. Why do you think she didn't do it?" Nadia asked, her fingers drumming lightly on the top of a cardboard box sitting on the table.
Zara shifted in her seat. "I don't want to go around making baseless accusations. To be honest, she didn't see any of my designs aside from the first one I submitted to her. And she was barely in the office the weeks prior."
Nadia took a bite from her burrito, unconvinced.
