The moment Annalise shot back, her silent Of course, I knew the meeting was officially over. Nothing more to discuss. No more decisions to make. No more staring contests disguised as strategic planning.
So I stood up from Kent's desk, stretched like a man who'd just done very important work (I hadn't), and gave the group a lazy backhand wave.
"Well," I said, already turning away, "now that the universe-shattering decision of 'who's on whose team' is done, one of you can go submit it."
Nora raised a brow while Annalise just gave me the look of a disappointed attorney.
I shrugged, completely unbothered.
"As for me," I continued casually, "I have better things to do."
Dead silence.
The kind that said: You better elaborate before we start throwing furniture.
I didn't.
I just walked away.
Because the truth was… "better things" had nothing to do with studying, or preparing, or contributing to society in any meaningful way. No way.
"Better things" meant Belle.
Specifically:
