~Fifty Two~
Atarah "Forcing people to accept Ansel as their new leader won't be any good." I repeated when I met Bailey again the next day. Her eyes narrowed a bit before she looked away. Her jaw was clenched in what looked like anger. But I understood the reason of her anger. None of us were happy with Alfred being the King. "What better idea do you propose then, Miss Atarah?" I could sense the sarcasm in Bailey's tone but I didn't pay much heed to it. Her anger was legit. But so was my concern. Oppression is not what we needed. "Universal adult suffrage." Bailey furrowed her eyebrows, pulling her mask down as she removed the stethoscope hung around her neck before gracing me with her eyes. Now I have her attention. "A what?" She asked, not in anger. Not in sarcasm but in genuine curiousity
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