"So this is what he said?" Yvienna scoffed, her sharp eyes scanning the printed paper Jandrix had handed her. The last golden rays of the sun spilled across the city, brushing the skyline in molten amber, but not even the beauty of the lights twinkling through the glass wall in front of her could soften the fire blazing in her chest.
Her fingers trembled as she crumpled the paper, the soft crackle echoing sharply in the vast, modern office. The sound felt almost violent, like the words on that page themselves were mocking her.
Jandrix swallowed, adjusting his eyeglasses nervously, the polished frames reflecting the dying sunlight.
"I want to meet him. Now," Yvienna said, her voice low, icy, and dangerously controlled.
"Y-yes, Miss. I've already instructed someone to track him down," he stammered, his words fumbling under her piercing gaze.
