“Where are we going?”
Alice didn’t move from where she stood near the doorway of the reception lounge. The fading evening light spilled across the polished floor beneath her feet, catching the tension in her expression.
I looked at her blankly.
“Do I really have to spell it out to you,” I asked evenly, “or are you simply pretending to be stupid?”
The irritation in my voice remained controlled. Barely.
Her eyes narrowed immediately.
“You don’t get to speak to me that way,” she replied coldly. “And if you don’t want to explain anything to me, then fine. I can always go back to my original plan and resign.”
Silence. I stared at her for several seconds. Resign. The word irritated me more than it should have.
Alice still didn’t understand the scale of what was happening around her. Fern
