Before the Storm: Act 8, Chapter 7
Chapter 7
“I’m back–hm, smells like Albedo.”
“That is hardly an appropriate thing to say, Liane,” Clara said.
“Doesn’t change the fact that it smells like Albedo,” Liane wrinkled her nose. “Do you think she realises it? Actually, why don’t you say anything since you’re all buddy-buddy with her?”
“She came straight from an outing with His Majesty,” Clara replied. “I would rather not burden the Prime Minister with strange worries right after something like that.”
“An outing with His Majesty, huh…”
“Liane!”
“What? I’m just repeating what you’re sayin’. You don’t have to make it all weird. Actually, should we tell our boss about it?”
Clara rose from her desk. Liane strategically repositioned herself closer to the exit.