Author’s POV
Elena’s fists slammed against the wooden table, the sound echoing like thunder in the dimly lit room.
Her face was filled with rage, her eyes filled with venom as she smoldered at the thin air.
“Fuck”, she screamed, pulling her hair and slammed her fists hard on the table again.
Oliver flinched slightly, though he quickly masked it with a smirk. The witch walked in, darting from Oliver to Elena.
“What was so important that you had to see me?” She frowned, walking closer and dropped her bag on the table.
“I had to find a stupid excuse to leave work, so you better have a good reason to pull me out of what I was doing,” she eyed, taking her seat.
Elena scoffed, staring at her in disbelief, suddenly she burst into a mockingly laughter. “Are you crazy?” She snapped. “Having tea with your mistress isn't as important as this.”
The witch shrugged, acting indifferently. “You planted me there, it's not like I enjoy the mansions anyway but you said, get close to Ava by all means
