After countless relentless attempts to poke, prod, and generally be a delightful menace, the woman of steel, Clarina herself finally cracked.
Whether it was due to Verena's finely honed skill in irritating people to death (an art she mastered as an HR manager), or simply because she was naturally infuriating, the outcome was the same.
Resistance was futile. People hated her for it. She bathed in their hatred like it was a morning spa soak.
Once classes ended, the two found themselves in the cafeteria, tea cups in hand, basking in a rare moment of calm.
"Come on, come on! Spill it already!" Verena leaned in, eyes glittering with scandal-hungry anticipation.
Clarina sighed like a woman who'd just lived through a war. "M'lady… fine. I'll tell you. But only if you stop pestering me. Honestly, what's so amusing about poking into people's private affairs?"
