She must be either completely clueless or out of her mind to think she could disobey.
Her pride bristling, she decided it was time to remind this little upstart exactly who she was.
"Your senior is telling you to move," she declared icily, her voice ringing through the office. "And you're still disobeying?"
Slowly, Nnenna lifted her gaze and finally looked her full in the face.
"Who are you?" she asked in a calm, almost bored tone, as if she'd just been asked something terribly uninteresting.
Her voice was soft, but it fell into the sudden silence like a pebble in a deep well.
"Who am I? Who am I?" The young girl's voice rose in utter disbelief, her eyes widening as if she'd just been slapped. She turned to Carl as though expecting him to jump in and fix this outrageous slight.
"Shouldn't Carl have mentioned us to her by now?" she asked, her tone sharp with indignation.
Straightening her back, she lifted her chin and declared her lineage like she was reading a royal decree.
