“It’s good to see you, too,” Vivian said, her voice warm. “Not working too hard, I hope.” “No, just making sure my boss—” Greta raised her voice even though I stood less than five feet away—“doesn’t mess up any more than he has. It’s a full-time job, micetta. Not for the faint of heart.” Fucking Greta. Every day, I questioned why I hadn’t fired her yet.
