LaMesha turned to exit the door; DaMarko walked by her side, and soon after, Jolene, who was radiant with enthusiasm. It made LaMesha sick; her stomach turned over. After a few more steps, she turned to Jolene, and put her hand on her shoulder.
“Hey, Jolene—DaMarko and I can handle this. Why don’t we split up, we’ll cover more ground that way.”
“Oh? …Yeah, I guess we can do that. But are you sure? I can–”
“Nothing gets past your eyes, right?” LaMesha interrupted. “So go look, do what I say because we are a team now.”
“I don’t think that’s how teamwork works,” DaMarko interjected.
But before anything could be said or done, Jolene nodded with a smile. She began to run off in the opposite direction.
