Savannah exited Bentley’s office, her heels clicking sharply against the floors. She walked with her usual self-assurance, her face holding that ever-present, smug smile. But the moment she stepped outside, Chloe was already waiting, arms crossed, her expression tight with suspicion.
Savannah barely had time to register the shift in energy before Chloe’s voice cut through the silence.
“Were you just in Bentley’s office?” Chloe asked, her tone sharp, laced with accusation. Her eyes flicked to the door Savannah had just walked through before settling back on her. “Why?”
Savannah paused, raising an eyebrow at the confrontation. Her lips curled into a smile that was more amused than surprised. “And why do you care?”
“I care because I know Nova isn’t here,” Chloe replied, her voice dropping
