Sharon’s POV

I could feel Tina’s gaze burning into me as I wandered back to my desk, gathering my notes and arranging them into a neat stack. She stood with her arms crossed, her brows furrowed in a deep frown. Her frustration radiated off her in waves, almost tangible in the tiny space we shared. I hated it when she got angry.

“What do you mean you can't go out tonight? And what meeting is so damn important that you'd ditch your best friend over ...