Snapped!
Lethia's eyes flickered the moment her heightened hearing faded into a murmur, nothing but muffled chatter from the kitchen staff now.
She turned around and leaned back against the wall, trying to process the flood of information. Her throat felt parched, tight, and dry from the shock of what she'd heard.
Something went awry for the cold Zeran to pull off a grand show like a romance-drunk hero on a sitcom. No way in hell that was real.
'This has to be connected to what Adam said about the classified data. Shit… Looks like Varrel's not satisfied with just having Ashcroft Corp.'
Her brain kicked into overdrive. She massaged her temples as the sting of a migraine began crawling into her skull.
["Looks like that public confession does not faze you. You don't like him?"] Whisney's voice suddenly popped in, throwing commentary right into Lethia's spiraling mind.
