Trailing after me, Jules hustles to catch up. “You’re mad at me.” “Yes, Jules. I don’t like being lied to.” Her cheeks flush. “I’m sorry, Bea. I know it was twisty. But I didn’t know how else to get you to give West a chance. I tried talking to you at work, but you were so against him, this was all I could think of—” “So you and our ‘friends’ manipulated me?” I say sharply, whirling around and bringing us to an abrupt stop in the hallway leading to the restroom. “The group deception is really fucked up—” “Whoa!” Jules throws up her hands. “No, no. Our friends had nothing to do with this.”
