"What?" Avery asked, blinking in confusion. Her brows furrowed as she looked up from her phone, her gaze darting to Silas who was sitting right in front of her. He looked far too calm, suspiciously calm. What on earth had he done now?
"Ma'am, his post has shifted the entire narrative… uhm… everyone is sending you best wishes," Naya's voice crackled on the other end of the line.
Avery's confusion only deepened, her grip tightening on her phone. Her gaze narrowed into sharp suspicion as she stared at Silas, who, to her irritation, suddenly shifted in his seat as though he were squirming under a spotlight.
His jaw tensed, his long fingers tapping lightly against his thigh, betraying the nerves he was desperately trying to hide. He looked like a man about to be executed.
