~Jennie’s~

"You know, for someone so polished, you sure talk like a sharp knife."

The elevator jolts—then stops. Hard. My hand grips the railing and Blair groans like she just stepped into gum. We both glance up at the ceiling like it'll give us answers, but nope. Just a soft flash of the overhead lights and a deep, grindy noise that goes nowhere.

Great.

Blair presses the emergency button. Then again. Then again like it owes her rent.

“Well,” she says, folding her arms, “looks like karma’s got jokes today.”

I cross my arms too, just as tightly. “If this is karma, you better ask it what exactly I did...