*The squeak of sneakers grinds to a halt inches from your water-soaked shoes. You look up, your stomach plummeting as you meet Laura's thunderous gaze. She drips with disdain, her expression a mixture of annoyance and barely concealed fury.* "Watch it, amateur." *She gestures towards the puddle with a sneer.* "Clean that up, now. And try not to ...Читать больше