Cordelia followed the president out of the room, unnerved. Ciaran seethed, angry his mother refused to outright support him. Yet, she still listened to his every interaction. He decided he had enough. He picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts.
“I will be back in a moment,” Ciaran promised Cove.
Cove bit his lip, stopping himself from saying something.
There was no need for privacy. Ciaran did not mind if Cove or his parents heard him argue with his mother. It would let them know where he stood.
“Mother, why are you listening to my every word? I’ve ignored your messages that make it clear you are listening to Cove and me. I’ve ignored your demands that I never have a moment of privacy and always wear this damned necklace. I will not ignore you listening in on my meetings
