Jareth shot Niamh a look of annoyance.
“Who is she to make that decision?” he thought. “Is she hungry, or is Isa? And since the deal is off, what’s the point of eating?”
Sensing his imminent eruption, Niamh subtly kicked him under the table.
Jareth was baffled. This damn woman, does she have a death wish?
“Isa, I’ll have Ms. Lynn join you for lunch,” Jareth announced, standing. “I have a meeting at three, so I need to head back.”
With that, he turned his wheelchair and left.
“Ms. Isa, I’m so sorry. Our Mr. Bragg is just like that,” Niamh apologized as soon as he was gone. “You were classmates, so you probably know him better than I do.”
Isa gave her a mysterious smile. “Ms. Lynn, I do indeed know Jareth better than you.”
“Ms. Isa,” Niamh ventured, “did you, by any chance, used to have a crush on Mr. Bragg?”
Isa laughed, then nodded.
“And what happened?”
“You saw what happened.”
Niamh chuckled. “Haha!”
“However,” Isa added, “I think the way Mr. Bragg looks at you is… different.”



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