Tricia Watts paused in her footsteps, her gaze settling on her friend for a while. Her arms crossed over her chest, one index finger tapping her cheek in contemplation.
"Plagiarism...?" she murmured.
"Then her eyes narrowed coldly, glinting with a dangerous curiosity. "And what do you stand to gain if you succeed?"
into the plush couch, casually swirling the wine in her glass. Her legs were elegantly crossed, eyes narrowing in thought and the light in her eyes darkened with calculation.
"Well…" she said slowly, a cold smirk curling up her lips, "I stand to gain so many things."
Tricia's lips tightened slightly as she watched Sonia. That smirk, arrogant and unbothered spoke volumes. She gave a small shake of her head.
She and Sonia had always been good friends—though in separate countries, their friendship had sparked the first time they boarded the same plane. Tricia was returning to Noveria after a business trip, and Sonia was heading there for a summit.
