There was only silence from the moment they left the control room, to their elevator ride up, and when they got inside the penthouse.
Galathea Brooks left her shoes in the foyer, dumped her bag and blazer on the sofa, and without a word stood arms crossed in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.
Cael Alexander removed his blazer, left it on the sofa, and headed to the bar.
"It's so annoying. I hate it." Galathea started.
"They studied and followed me for days?" She scowled, "Days?"
"Seems so," Cael responded quietly as he dropped a clear ice sphere on a low tumbler.
"They went everywhere I went. They saw everything I saw," she continued.
"Mhm." Cael hummed in agreement, clearly wise enough not to oppose her.
"And that wasn't enough!" She explained throwing her hand in the air.
"No," he murmured.
"Now they're taunting us, deliberately showing my routes? My patterns back to me?" She growled.
