Dion excused her and went to talk to those knights. She was left alone and suddenly she was too aware of the eyes that were looking at her with resentment.
"What about Nell?" she asked as she fidgeted at her place. She could feel the eyes full of hatred on her. When he had told her they were going to buy the factory, she had never thought that they were going to throw the workers out. If she had, she would have visited at night to punish those workers who had joined mark. These were her friends, her companions and her comrades. Even if she did not get along with a few of them, they have worked together for decades.
Their calloused hands, their sunken eyes and grim faces showed their time together. But now they looked at her with hatred and disappointment.
"Why did you do that?" someone snarled, "if you have found a patron, you should have gone somewhere else with him." The voice was full of hatred and loathing and she gulped.