#Chapter 51 Renee

Renee I had a very simple plan for when I got home: eat and sleep. Not necessarily in that order. I had no plans for a shower, though I definitely needed it, and I didn't think I'd be coming up with one either. I was stuffing the last of my things into my tote bag when I felt the shift in the air. The smell of too sweet perfume filled the air like someone had bathed in it. I recognized it and wondered if the Goddess brought me back to fix my life or be tortured longer because I didn’t even have to look up. Vivian was glaring at me, coming right for me, but not so fast that I was sure she was going to try and start a fight. She probably knew there were enough eyes and cameras that it wouldn't be a good idea. Her heels clicked across the polished floor loudly, and I realized that she was always that fucking loud. My senses growing was one thing, but Vivian had a way of being the squeakiest wheel in any situation even when she was dead wrong. I sighed, packing my stuff and turn