Jenna hung up Ariel’s call and immediately received Venice’s. She had been on leave for a few days while Venice was handling most of her workload.
“Good day, Jenna,” Venice greeted, her voice soft yet laced with concern.
“You too, Venice,” Jenna responded. “Is there something important that made you call me so urgently?”
After a brief silence, Venice replied, “No, not exactly. I was just… concerned about you. After finding out the truth about Marcel, I thought you might be devastated.”
“Excuse me?” Jenna’s voice dropped a degree colder, her brows furrowed in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean, Venice?”
Venice hesitated and tried to choose her words carefully. “I just— well, I assumed after what you discovered about Marcel and what he did, you might not be doing well.”
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