Allyson's POV
Lisha walked toward my desk with that familiar bright expression, her voice carrying its usual warmth as she called out my name.
I lifted my eyes from the computer screen, fighting to keep the frustration from boiling over. Out of everyone I had to face today, Lisha ranked dead last on my preferred list, yet here we were.
"Hello, Lisha," I replied, clipping my words short while maintaining a blank expression.
She hesitated for a moment, clearly reading my mood before pressing forward. "I realize our scheduled meeting isn't until noon, but I was hoping we could have a quick chat first. Mind if I sit?"
The urge to roll my eyes nearly overwhelmed me, but I gestured toward the empty chair instead. "Sure, go ahead."
She settled into the seat across from me, that annoyingly cheerful smile still plastered on her face. "Listen, I understand that after what happened with Reagan, you probably despise me completely."
