Chapter 16Adlai Mendela was livid.
The powdery-white skin of her face showed no signs of wrinkles, and it was pulled into a taut, pitiless mask. Her mouth was pressed into a thin, rigid line and her cunning, steel-grey eyes burned with undisguised anger.
She interlaced her fingers together and rested them neatly on the glass desk that served as a buffer between her tufted wingback armchair and the uncomfortable acrylic seats that were normally reserved for the guests.
Taisia sat still, but her hands clasped her knees so tightly that she could feel the stiffness in her shoulders. Riley, on the other hand, slouched in her seat and Skyler assumed the air of a duchess as she jutted out her chin towards the ceiling and crossed one knee over the other.
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