Chapter 22 Unexpected Visits

• "Katie..." I say with a hint of surprise in my voice, "What are you doing here?" I ask, astonished. "What else am I supposed to ask? I am completely lost, I never imagined my least favorite coworker and my number one harasser... here, at the door of my room."
• She's at the door of my room as if nothing, wearing an extremely tight cream-colored knitted dress that highlights her slim figure, with wavy reddish hair and heavy makeup. From her high heels, she looks at me disdainfully, literally from head to toe, as if I were a tiny piece of trash that accidentally stuck to her boots. Or even less than that. She looks at my pajamas with disgust and makes a gesture of horror and disgust, as if... I don't know, my pajamas were offending her.
• "Katie... I'm very tired so..." I start to say, but quickly realize that she comes with a very clear idea, or at least with a well-defined intention.