บท 20: Declaration from Hundred of Years Ago

Keira could not explain.

What was she thinking?

Who was she kidding?

Explain?

This?

Whatever 'this' was, Keira couldn't explain.

How could she, when her boss was glaring daggers at her, seething in something akin to fury? Intimidation at its peak. Because, for real, it was a hundred times worse than that one time a fellow head librarian from uptown New York visited. Just to show off the medal given by the city mayor.

She might as well hope the floor opened up under her feet and swallowed her whole.

"Where should I dump this potato sack?" Nate, ever so eloquent, broke the ice with his insensitive question.

She grimaced. Cursing herself and her ancestors who might commit heinous crimes generations prior. It must be extended karma served to their descendants.

And she was rambling.

"Who are you?" The boss snapped at Nate, turning her glare to his direction, and Keira felt a breath leave her.