CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

“So, why did you ask me to meet you?” I asked coldly to the woman in front of me.

She looked at me seriously. “We need to talk, Agatha.”

I chuckled. “We’re talking now, Almira,” I said sarcastically.

She sighed. “I mean, talking. Seriously. Serious talk, Agatha, that’s what I’m asking,” she answered, pissed off.

“Oh, so, we’re not talking ‘seriously’ right now?” I nodded and sipped on my wine.

“You know what, this talk will not go well. Talking to you is nonsense! You always think that everything’s a play! Grow up and be serious, Agatha!” She scolded me. She even slammed the table.

I looked up at her, since I’m sitting and she’s standing up.

“Excuse me, Almira? Why are you acting like a grown-up now?” I said.

She stopped. “Why? I am a grown-up, Agatha! You’re the only one that&rsq