First Steps of a Dance

"Ma'am, don't turn around but it seems you are being followed. Again." What was even funnier than Jessica's conspiratorial tone was the way she narrowed her eyes to slits, a determined look to play detective crossing her orbs.

Clara had the urge to laugh as they made their way out of the parking lot, their heels clicking loudly against the shimmering flooring.

They would be discreet? It was easier to outrightly tell everyone that she was under protection than it was for those security agents to follow her without going unnoticed. Jessica had caught them more times than Clara could count anymore, and Sophie had wondered why some 'strange people' had taken the table next to theirs repeatedly during lunch.

At this rate all that remained was for the new employees allocated to her to point it out as well.

"I told you they might be journalists. Ignore them." Clara finally stated in a tired voice, uncaring whether the younger lady bought it. It was starting to get old anyway, and were she