Chapter 38 Thirty Eight

• The sharp clack of Barbra’s high heels echoed through the narrow hallway, which was filled with the scent of floor cleaner. Elise, just stepping out of the bathroom in a towel robe, nearly dropped the small towel she was holding when she saw the elegant yet intimidating figure standing before her.
• “Mrs. Barbra?” Elise’s voice trembled as she spoke, her gaze immediately dropping in an attempt to avoid Barbra’s piercing stare.
• Barbra glanced around with a look of disdain, like a queen who had wandered into a slum. If it weren’t absolutely necessary, she swore she would never set foot in this place.