Sienna returned from lunch, thinking of the spontaneous decision to throw Elias a birthday party just to punish the queen mother. Ever since she transmigrated, her meter for pettiness had really gone up a degree. She pushed open the door to her office, expecting quiet. Instead, she froze.
Ali was perched in her chair, chin lifted, voice ringing through the room in perfect mimicry of Sienna's tone. "This office will not tolerate excuses! The law is the only thing that matters here. Justice must be swift!" she declared, waving a rolled up paper like a decree.
Eli sat opposite her, wrist raised, record the entire performance with his communication bracelet. His expression was one of long-suffering patience., eyes rolling so hard that they caused him some pain. Clearly, he had been coerced into documenting his sister's theatrics.
