Kevin gave a curt nod, his expression unreadable, but his voice firm. "Good…" he said, the word carrying the weight of finality, as if he were sealing the deal between us.
There was a hint of satisfaction in his tone, a subtle acknowledgment that the game was proceeding as planned—or perhaps, as he had hoped.
Marina's lips curved into a smug smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she turned to Kevin.
The power dynamic between them was palpable—she was testing him, pushing him, and he was playing along, knowing his place in this elaborate charade.
"Today Brittany invited me to her gathering…" she announced, her voice light, almost playful, as if she were sharing a secret. "I'm off…"
Then, without waiting for a response, she turned to me, her tone sharpening with impatient authority. "Kevin, what are you waiting for? Let's go…" Her fingers tapped against her thigh, her heels shifting slightly as if she were already mentally stepping out of the room.
