Fifty

ZORA'S POV

Almost as soon as I hung up, she barged into my office like a tornado, eyes flashing, fists clenched, apparently ready for a fight, verbal or otherwise. Her usually immaculate hairdo was messy, and her make-up was not properly applied.

From the way she had sounded over the phone, I had sort of expected this. I remained seated. I was determined to conduct this interview or whatever the hell it was as peaceably as possible.

"You bitch!" she yelled as soon as she set her eyes on me. "You slut! I thought you would continue hiding in here in your office, like a frightened little rabbit. I would have broken open the door of your office if that was what it took to see you."

"If you would take a seat and state your business-" I began.

"I wouldn't touch or handle anything that you have touched, even with a pole. The mere sight of you disgusts me."

"Then why are you here?"

She sneered. "Quit pretending already. You already know why I am here. You want to destroy my home. Your plan