Reborn My Mean Girl Coworker's Deadly Trap

"Friday night, VIP lounge at Club Spade. I’ve pre-ordered ten bottles of Ace of Spades! See you there, babes!"

Chloe leaned against my cubicle partition, sipping Coca-Cola through a straw. Her peach lip gloss left a sticky, greasy ring on the plastic straw.

Peach. She always wore peach.

Of the six people in our department, five nodded in agreement. I was the only one who stayed silent.

"Avery? You coming?"

She tilted her head, looking at me.

I declined flatly. "No."

She stopped sipping her soda.

"Oh? Why not?"

"Just don't want to."