Knowing the criminal code by heart was the only thing keeping me from ending this tour with blood on the walls. No one had ever tested the limits of my patience or my self-control quite like Zinnia. And yet, I managed not to kill her.
I made a silent pact with my own brain: treat her like a delusional woman who didn’t fully grasp the weight of her words or the danger of her provocations. With that internal override in place, I uploaded new behavioral settings, redirecting my focus from her incessant babbling about how she’d soon be running the company to the task at hand showing her the key features of our project.
“And that just about wraps it up,” I said with a strained smile as we stopped near the elevators. “That’s everything worth knowing about the Radiant App.”
She lifted a finger
