Just then, Farah Steele walks over, glances briefly at Grace with unmasked contempt, and says, “Honestly, Claire, why are you talking to her?” Before Claire can reply, she goes on, “This woman has been to jail! She’s taken a woman’s life!”
"Farah, we're all colleagues. And there are privacy issues to consider—”
“It isn’t ‘private' if it’s all over the internet.”
She has a point.
“Why are you defending her, Claire? Grace went to jail for drunken, reckless driving. She killed someone!”
“That’s not fair, Farrah. People make mistakes, accidents happen—”
Claire had barely started speaking when Farah interrupts her again. "But the person she killed was Jennifer Atkinson. Do you know who Jennifer Atkinson is? She's Lily Atkinson's sister! It was no coincidence that Lily was here. I was wondering why Lily wanted so many of our colleagues to look for a non-existent ring. But it’s all clear now! It was because she was targeting Grace and we all got dragged into it."
"But didn't she also apologize and compensate us?" Claire points out. “Farrah, that compensation is half of what many of us make in a year.”
Farah sputters. Her mouth turns down and her eyes narrow. She’s clearly not pleased with Claire standing up for me.
“I knew you would take her side,” she hisses. “When I told the others…”
So it’s obvious who had been the one to leak the news of my imprisonment. No surprise there. Farrah had never made any false show of being friendly with me.
“…I knew it…when I saw her on the roadside talking to Sean and then Lily. I was like, wait a second, this isn’t right!? I knew things were not as they seemed.” She stares at me. “I don’t know how you live with yourself. You should’ve stayed in prison. It’s what you deserve.”
“Now, hold up,” Claire argues. “That’s enough of that talk. This is none of your business, Farrah. You can’t go harassing another employee—”
“Harassing!?! She is a killer. Honestly, Claire, what, did you receive a bribe from Grace or something? Why are you standing up for her?"
Farah mocked her, but Claire also takes a step back. She had, indeed, accepted the jacket and payment I received from Lily.
I open her mouth, ready to defend myself, but someone beats me to it.
"All right, what else is there to say?” A man's voice interrupts. “The car crash was an accident. Grace didn't intend to do it."
Gus is defending me!
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