“That’s so cool!” Yvonne gushed, sounding as though she were a schoolgirl fangirling over her favourite pop star for just a moment. I grinned awkwardly, still a little taken aback by the fact that Yvonne Louis, the top influencer at our company, found me cool.
“That’s the plant,” I pointed out when I spotted a little cluster of clove trees. We had walked for only twenty minutes so far, but I was already feeling a little tired. Fighting with Perry and Hans had been more draining than I had accounted for, since I had been wounded, after all. The laceration on my forearm was throbbing painfully, and I grimaced.
“Forrest! Is your arm hurting very badly?” Yvonne gasped, taking my hand. Her palm was soft and cool as she laced her fingers with mine, lifting my arm so that she could take a look.
