Zoe Pierce's heart skipped a beat.
Even though Quentin Ford was all smiles, who knew what this "gift" he mentioned really was.
Was it a pleasant surprise, or a nasty shock?
Though Zoe Pierce remained outwardly impassive, a man like Quentin Ford, so adept at reading people, could sense her subtle guardedness with just a glance.
He just smiled, speaking to Zoe Pierce as if she were a close niece. "You're still young. When Councilor Rhodes steps down, you'll be the foremost among Omegas."
"By then, you'll know what it feels like to have people depending on you."
"Your ability is special. The Military and the political world haven't burdened you with responsibilities yet, but who knows what the future holds."
"..."
Zoe Pierce was a little dazed at first, but the more she listened, the more complex her expression became.
Every word from Quentin Ford was sound advice, like an elder patiently guiding a junior.
He spoke of politics and shared his insights on navigating the world.
