"Fuck the anonymous post," James snapped in the continued roll of her wounded anger. "That post and that girl and what happened don't have anything to do with my job!"
Lotte's eyes were squeezed shut and James very nearly would have backed off then, feeling her own cheeks go hot with a flush of emotion. "I know you hate it, and my mother hates it, but you can't blame it or me for what happened, Lotte." Hands fell to her hips, firm with a demand that said she simply wouldn't allow it. "You can't."