C11 Lowell

My stomach was pitted with dread as I headed into the meeting. Cristina, Lucas’s habitually unfriendly assistant, was waiting outside the conference room. She crossed her arms in disapproval when she saw me. 
“Hey there,” she said, as if I’d come all the way from Echo Park just to ruin her day. “They’re waiting for you. They’re totally pissed about what you did, obviously.”
“Obviously,” I said