She needs to be quick!
She must be quick!
She has to shift the blame to Olivia Lewis before Adam Sinclair returns with the evidence!
The wind grazed past Renee Anderson's ears, and she heard a whooshing sound. She touched her stomach, clenched her teeth, and increased her pace…
*
Elsewhere, in the abandoned factory, a black bodyguard furrowed his brow, turned around with a notebook in hand, and reported to the man in the chair, "President Sinclair, the sound is gone."
Everything was recording well earlier, but suddenly after a few crashing sounds, the two stopped quarreling and just separated.
Adam Sinclair, with his long legs crossed and leaning back against the chair, his arm resting behind him, pondered with his wise peach blossom eyes, seemingly contemplating why the two had suddenly separated, "Did you all hear her say 'what's that' just now?"
