Isis took a deep breath; even though she was visibly jealous, a nagging doubt told her there was something more she didn’t know, and her chest tightened.

“Of course,” she replied curtly, pacing around the room and taking in her surroundings. “It’s a coincidence that she just came out of the bathroom. A coincidence that she’s wearing your clothes. A coincidence that she’s so nervous just from seeing me. A coincidence that she calls you by your first name instead of ‘sir’ like the other employee