Hormones!
It has been two weeks with a few hours of sleep.
Work! Work! Work!
Ava Max hated every minute of it, but then, what would she do? Rebel?
She wouldn't even if she wanted to. The woman beside her would be dead before she finishes her sentence.
The mole passed away, how?
No one wanted to say.
"It was an inside job, miss Ava." One person said.
"That is not fucking enough. All of you, get out!" Ava thought. Instead of saying what was in her mind, she said, "everyone, out." She paused, "please."
The people in the room scurried away but not before casting a wary eye at her.
"Ava, sooner or later you will go there by yourself," Vi stated and stood.
"Don't tell me what to do," Ava said.
Vi nodded and slipped away.
After an hour of going through the files, her father had dumped them on her to finish. It was not even hers, Ava stretched.