C73 I couldn’t help

Sheryl’s POV

“Sarah?” I said, standing to my feet. “What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to check out the new art gallery that just opened,” Sarah said, raising her brows. “But my question is, what are you doing here?”

“I work here,” I explained. “As Cassidy-Ann’s assistant.”

“You?” Sarah nearly scoffed. “What would she want with someone like you?” That sounded like an insult