Janet had stayed back to eavesdrop, her hands were steady even as her heart raced, because she had heard everything. Every word about bounties and Quinn territory and once the room was empty, she returned under the pretense of clearing glasses, her movements smooth and practiced, fingers brushing the desk just long enough to snatch a flyer. She folded it quickly and hid it beneath the tray.
No one was stopping her, not that anyone was interested in servant activities, and once she was safely in a quiet corridor, she unfolded it.
Her eyes scanned the generous promise of wealth and protection and accommodation. A slow smile spread across her face as she thought about Eden and its upper rich side full of people kissing the asses of the wealthy while calling it loyalty, about Finch's temper tantrums and the way she had to hide her superpowers to avoid being claimed or used.
