Going home
Presenting the shopping bag towards Sydney, she glanced at the bag for a while, staring at it like she was pondering her option, and then she finally spoke after it took like a sweat of Kelvin's before she spoke.
"Yes, you can leave the bag on the table," Sydney said nonchalantly. Kelvin smiled briefly, followed her instructions, and then left the room for Sydney, who glanced at the screen in the meeting room.
She breathed deeply, raised her hand, and softly rubbed her hurting temples.
Why was she feeling so scared about whatever was going to happen, and this plan, why did she feel like there was more to the story than what she thought. She was probably not going to appreciate what was about to happen to her.