"You can quit the act now."
"You can't end the show yet, we're still under surveillance," Richard said and gestured with his chin in a particular direction and Shantel nearly died from motification.
It was none other than Zephyr, her right hand man, and worse still standing beside him was his elegant, doe-eyed wife: Mercy.
No. No. No. What were they doing here and why wasn't Zephyr at the Green Hill District supervising the work there?
She blinked, hoping they'd turn away. Maybe they hadn't really seen her and would just pass by but unfortunately, her wish was never to come through.
"Shantel!" Mercy's delighted voice rang out like a crystal bell, sweet and absolutely unavoidable. "Oh my God! Don't tell me you and Mr Domango are— you know," she left it hanging with a 'you know what I'm talking about, right?' look.
Shantel froze, every word playing in slow motion in her mind like a horror movie.
