The administrators glared at Myrcella.
Not the casual kind of glare people threw around during petty arguments. No, this one was sharp, stiff, and full of tension. The kind of glare people gave when they suddenly realized the ground beneath them might not be as solid as they thought. Their eyes were fixed on her, brows drawn tight, lips pressed thin. Some of them looked angry. Some looked irritated. But a few… a few were starting to look nervous.
The problem was simple.
They had absolutely no idea what Myrcella still had sitting in her pocket.
And that uncertainty was eating them alive.
Considering the fact that she had already revealed several things that clearly made them uncomfortable, there was no telling what else she might pull out next. Information. Documents. Evidence. Ammunition, basically. And not the kind that ran out after a few shots. If anything, it looked like she could keep firing round after round without even running dry.
