"Throw me out?" Selina echoed mockingly. "You think that's an option?"
Her gaze pierced into Ivy. "For the last time—tell them."
"I didn't do anything!" Ivy shrieked.
The door opened again.
"What madness is this?" Leah's voice thundered through the room.
The air went brittle.
While everyone faced the formidable figure approaching with a flicker of unease concealed beneath her usually commanding presence, Selina didn't even turn to face her.
"Instead of creating a spectacle," Leah demanded sharply, her professionalism stretched thin, "you could have come straight to my office with the document. I was informed you came to submit it. So, hand it over,"
"Sure," Selina replied with a sarcastic beam, extending the papers.
Leah stared at her, her eyes narrowing.
Something felt wrong. There was no submission in Selina's eyes. No desperation.
It got uneasy to prickle beneath Leah's skin, wondering why Selina looked this way.
