Malachi would have thought that after a literal earthquake, people would be more than just a little bit shaken up.
After all, it wasn't like people down here experienced earthquakes every day. Naturally, they would need a moment to recover.
That was what Malachi thought, but he was learning that his assumptions had no problem distinguishing themselves from reality.
By the time he got back to the barbecue, there was no evidence of any kind of earthquake having happened at all.
The music was blaring, the food was still serving, and the drinking was still concerning.
But the most shocking thing of all was seeing Morgan caught between the dance floor and his grill- being danced on by one of Bianca's elder aunties.
"Don't be stiff now, Mr. President, I'm throwing it so you better catch it!"
"I-I'm afraid I've got two left feet, but I'll do my best!"
