Well fuck her sideways. For a moment, Joanie couldn't speak. Just perfect. Why was it that everybody she didn't want to meet managed to conglomerate in that fucking building? First Faith, now Gabby. This was a nightmare. Maybe Sam was right. Maybe she should look at moving.
"No way," she spat out, staring at her in shock. When a few people glanced their way, she bit down on her cheek, lowering her voice. "I live there, too," she said softly. "Moved there in March." She paused. "You should go. Go back to Thailand, or your parents, or anywhere else." She hated Gabby, sure. But she didn't want to see the girl dead. And really, if she left, life would just be better for her.