Confronting her
Confronting her, my suspicion was that she was looking for something incriminating. ‘These are our letters!
’ I exclaimed, stepping closer. Karen’s expression shifted from guilt to feigned innocence. ‘Oh, I was just… uh…
checking for misplaced mail,’ she stammered. My eyes narrowed, not buying her excuse for a second. ‘You shouldn’t be going through other people’s mail,’ I admonished.
‘If you find something suspicious, take it up with the management.’ She glared at me before turning to leave.