"Of course." Gods, Dahlia hates it when people imply things about her. Especially when they take that tone and make that face and take long, uncomfortable pauses. Even when it sounds like concern, Dahlia can't understand how it's meant to be anything but threatening, or at the very least some kind of guilt trip. "For the time being, though, I think I ought to get back to work."
Taking advantage of others, she said, and manipulation. It's hard not to wonder whether Dahlia herself is a victim or a perpetrator of those -- except that Cassandra knows all too well, down to her bones, how one can be both at once. And how difficult it can become to see anything else.
"I'll say good day, then." And she steps back, and slips out of the room.
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Date: 2024-07-28 04:30 pm (UTC)"I'll say good day, then." And she steps back, and slips out of the room.