Alea was pulling her suitcase, ready for the flight to New York with her colleagues—a reward for the company hitting its target this year. Fortunately, she had finally gotten permission from Zeno to go. That surprised her, since he usually made it hard for her to get permission, even just to meet Dea.
She smiled thinking about leaving Argon in Zeno’s care. Despite Argon’s tough attitude—much like Zeno’s—Zeno always managed to keep him in line.
“Why are you smiling like that? What’s on your mind, Alea?” Ines asked.
“Nothing,” Alea replied with a smile.
“Hmmm, you seem to have a lot going on, Nes!” Alea teased, making Ines sigh.
“It’s just hard getting close to Andre. I think he still likes you, Alea,” Ines said, her voice tinged with sadness.
Alea sighed again. She had told Ines many
