A door crashed open and interrupted her thoughts.
A man whispered, “And be careful. She’s stupid, impulsive, and needs supervision.”
Bree folded her arms as the two suited men stood before her. Were they talking about her? Of course, they were. That old man was so disrespectful that he couldn’t bother to wait, he wanted her in earshot.
He had white hair; wrinkles covered every inch of his face. The other man was unkempt, with four jumbo braids, thick eyebrows, and blackened bags underneath his eyes.
The older man handed the other one a GeoDevice, whispering something and looking directly at Bree. The unkempt man nodded and placed it in his pocket.
The secretive exchange and disruption soured Bree’s mood.
“What do you want now?” Bree hissed.
