All the way to Elyseen's office on the fifteenth floor, neither of them spoke. Elyseen pursed his lips tightly as if his lips were sewn with invisible thread.
Meanwhile, Brynlee didn't seem the least bit interested in talking. She was thinking about what words she could give Elyseen to answer his questions. She firmly believed that Elyseen's head was filled with questions that were bothering him.
"Not now, Harriet. I'll be busy for the next hour."
Brynlee glanced at the middle-aged woman. She sat back in her place after Elyseen waved his hand and silenced her lips that were about to speak. She knew right away what she had to do, and she didn't have to argue with Elyseen for any reason. Her eyes then rolled over to Brynlee. She gave her a reassuring smile that made Brynlee's heart feel c
