Chapter 388: Done with the BS
Tessa sat at the head of the long table with her hands folded neatly before her. The guild leader’s chair had never felt particularly comfortable; it was less a seat of power and more a stage for endless compromises.
Yet today, something was different. Her spine pressed firmly into the backrest. There were no trembling hands, no nervous eyes darting toward her officers for support.
Across from her lounged Vaelira. The young prodigy’s golden hair shone beautifully under the guildhall’s lamplight, pristine and perfectly arranged as if every strand had been told where to stay, lest it risk her displeasure. She reclined with all the careless grace of a queen who thought herself untouchable, with one leg crossed over the other.
All the while, her crystal nails were tapping impatiently on the armrest of her chair, clearly unhappy with being called over for a discussion with the leader. She felt it was a waste of time.
The Arcane Puppeteer. The guild’s golden goose. An A-tier prospect, with the kind of raw potential that made investors foam at the mouth. Everyone in Nova Circuit knew her worth. Everyone had tolerated her tantrums, her demands, her cutting remarks.
Until now, when Tessa parted her lips.
"I’m done with your bullshit."
The words weren’t shouted. They didn’t need to be. They rang across the hall like a gavel.
Vaelira blinked.
After all, it was true that everyone in Nova Circuit knew her worth - herself included. And she made it painfully clear how easily she walked over everyone, Tessa included. The mere thought she could up and leave whenever she was upset by them was enough of a threat to let her rule over the guild as its queen bee.
But, for once, the blonde did not have a smirk ready, nor a retort dripping with venom. Her chin lifted sharply, as if to remind herself who she was, but her mask faltered the moment her eyes locked with Tessa’s.
Those eyes.