Chapter 25 Getting Back To Work

The smirk vanished from Marylyn's face, replaced by a flicker of anger. Her entourage shifted uncomfortably, the tension palpable. Her hands twitched, but she couldn't even fold them into fists like she wished. Her long artificial nails would tear through her skin if she dared. Without wasting more time than I had already, I brushed past her, nudging her aside with my shoulder as I walked away. My exterior remained calm, without any negative energy. I left her swimming in the bitter dose of her own medicine.