Darya sat in the office at Miklos’ HQ and ignored the stares of her three friends. They were acting as if she had lost possession of her faculties and, perhaps, she had, but she felt she was doing the right thing. She used her stylus to circle an error she saw on her screen and then made a notation beside it.
“Okay, I need you to tell me your idea again,” Dimitra drummed her fingers on the table in exasperation before knocking the computer trying to slam it shut. “You want to do what?”
“I want for Lyra to take the condo unit I was going to take until she gets back on her feet.” She adjusted her computer screen not looking at them, knowing she had surprised them all.
“Why?” Magda asked with a serious expression. “She’s a giant asshole who made your entire childhood a living hell. You owe
