Third person’s POV
A knock on the door pulled Jason from his thoughts. He stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, one hand slipped into the pocket of his tailored trousers. He took a slow sip of his whiskey, his eyes still fixed on the bustling city beneath him.
“Come in,” he commanded, without turning to see who it was.
The door opened and Bane walked in, slightly bowing his head. “Our intel says Rhaella made a move today.”
Jason's lips curved into a slow, amused chuckle as he tapped his glass lightly against the window.
“That stubborn b***h!” he muttered. “I knew she wouldn’t just sit quietly in the corner.” He sipped, ice clinking softly. “What move?”
“She was on campus. To see a lecturer from the Politics Admin Department.”
That pulled a loud laugh from Jason. “Professor Wilson? O
