Phoebe's POV
Since I was planning to end Gaia's life right then and there, I even "thoughtfully" forwarded a copy to Jefferson's email.
Finally, composed as always, I rinsed my hands, pushed open the door, and walked out of the restroom as if absolutely nothing had occurred.
The whole process had lasted exactly seven minutes and twenty seconds.
When I came back, Harold and Alan were still deep in their game.
After taking his turn, Harold looked up and spotted me strutting back, casually shaking droplets from my hands without any concern. His brow creased as he approached, took my hand, and pulled out several tissues to gently pat my hands dry. "Weren't there any paper towels in there?" he asked.
"Couldn't be bothered," I gave Harold a mischievous smile, showing my bright teeth, completely unbothered.
Harold found himself at a loss for words at my answer.
