Cressida came out of the bathroom, her hair slightly damp from a quick wash. The dim light of the room highlighted the gentle contours of her face as she walked into the space where Alaric was sitting in his wheelchair. Alaric had been on a call, his phone pressed to his ear, but as soon as he saw Cressida emerge from the bathroom, he quickly ended his call. His fingers moved swiftly to disconnect the call, and he looked up at Cressida with a hint of surprise. Cressida's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at him. She interrogated him, her voice firm but curious. "Who were you talking to?" She asked, walking closer to him. Alaric stammered, his words tumbling out awkwardly as he tried to explain. "I-I was just... talking to.... Yeah. About... about the project." He looked a bit flustered, his usual composure slightly shaken by her questioning. Cressida watched him for a moment, her gaze lingering on his somewhat flustered expression. She seemed to be deciding whether to press t
Cressida came out of the bathroom, her hair slightly damp from a quick wash. The dim light of the room highlighted the gentle contours of her face as she walked into the space where Alaric was sitting in his wheelchair. Alaric had been on a call, his phone pressed to his ear, but as soon as he saw Cressida emerge from the bathroom, he quickly ended his call. His fingers moved swiftly to disconnect the call, and he looked up at Cressida with a hint of surprise.Cressida's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at him. She interrogated him, her voice firm but curious. "Who were you talking to?" She asked, walking closer to him. Alaric stammered, his words tumbling out awkwardly as he tried to explain. "I-I was just... talking to.... Yeah. About... about the project." He looked a bit flustered, his usual composure slightly shaken by her questioning.Cressida watched him for a moment, her gaze lingering on his somewhat flustered expression. She seemed to be deciding whether to press the i
Cressida entered the room, her movements tired. She fell weakly onto the bed, letting out a soft sigh as she settled into the pillows. Alaric was opposite her in his wheelchair, his eyes watching her with concern."What did you find out about the project supervisor?" She asked, her voice a little weak but curious.Alaric adjusted slightly in his wheelchair. "The man, Edward... he's secretive. Despite being ridiculously rich, he loves slumming it in low-life bars and clubs. Rumor has it he's got a fascination with underground art scenes and likes to collect rare, edgy pieces. He's strict, very hard to please, and has a reputation for being merciless if things don't go his way. People say he's got a sharp mind for business but a penchant for living on the wild side when he's off the clock. He's also someone who values uniqueness and isn't afraid to take risks if he sees potential in something."Cressida's eyes widened slightly as she absorbed the details about Edward. "What can we do?"
Alaric burst into Cressida's office in his wheelchair, a look of concern etched on his face. "Why haven't you answered my question?" He asked, his tone gentle despite the urgency in his eyes. Easton hovered nearby, ready to help with anything Alaric needed. The soft hum of the office computers and the muted chatter from outside the room were the only sounds as he waited for her response.Cressida leaned back in her chair, a playful glint in her eye, but her response wasn't entirely nice or gentle. "Oh, Alaric, I was busy. You know, doing actual work unlike some people who just... exist." She smirked, a hint of teasing in her voice, but there was an undercurrent of something more complex in her expression. Maybe it was a defense, or maybe she was genuinely unbothered by his worry.Alaric's eyebrows rose slightly at her words, but he didn't push the issue further. Instead, he took a moment to adjust in his wheelchair. "I was worried," he admitted, his voice low. "You didn't respond, a
Alaric burst into Cressida's office in his wheelchair, a look of concern etched on his face. "Why haven't you answered my question?" He asked, his tone gentle despite the urgency in his eyes.Easton hovered nearby, ready to help with anything Alaric needed. The soft hum of the office computers and the muted chatter from outside the room were the only sounds as he waited for her response.Cressida leaned back in her chair, a playful glint in her eye, but her response wasn't entirely nice or gentle. "Oh, Alaric, I was busy. You know, doing actual work, unlike some people who just... exist." She smirked, a hint of teasing in her voice, but there was an undercurrent of something more complex in her expression. Maybe it was a defense, or maybe she was genuinely unbothered by his worry.Alaric's eyebrows rose slightly at her words, but he didn't push the issue further. Instead, he took a moment to adjust in his wheelchair. "I was worried," he admitted, his voice low. "You didn't respond, an
Anna slipped into the parlor and spotted Rowan emerging from Amabel's room. She swiftly changed direction, reaching for the door to make a quick exit. But Rowan's voice halted her in her tracks. "Running away because your master's not here to protect you?" Anna froze, her hand still grasping the door lever, as she waited for Rowan to approach.She released the door and turned to face Rowan, her eyes scanning his figure before a soft snicker escaped her lips. "Yes, I was..." she replied, her tone firm and expression unwavering. As she spoke, she slowly raised her arms, crossing them over her chest. "But that was before your ridiculous question made me reconsider."Rowan's eyes widened in surprise. "Hun!" The soft exclamation escaped her lips, catching her off guard that Anna still dared to talk back. She quickly composed herself, her shock melting away into a subtle smile. "I see you've grown some nerve."Anna scoffed. "I've always had nerves. Let's just say I was born with it," she