(Author's POV)
"Wait for the good news, Elder Richards," Brian chimed and ended the call. Taking a generous sip of Domaine d'Auvenay, he settled on the couch and swirled the glass, a vicious smile gracing his lips, "Fabian~ …. ohh~ …. Fabian~ …. How audacious of you. Trying to take Catherine's rightful place? Not gonna happen on my watch."
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"Why do you seem so out of sorts? Did that man~ …. Did Prof. Mitchell scold you?" Yelena asked in a whisper while she and Myra were settled in the cafeteria.
Myra was picking at her food, engrossed in her notion.
"Hey~ …. Ra-ra …. Myra~ …. what are you thinking~ …." Yelena snapped her fingers in front of her face and called out again.
With a start, she realised Yelena was calling and asked, "What were you saying?"
