At that precise moment, an unprecedented phenomenon occurred across multiple locations:
The three assassins outside the window.
Cassian's surveillance team crouched in various hiding spots.
Cassian himself, sitting in his office.
Even the stalker who'd been lurking near the door after witnessed Everly being shoved inside.
All of them shared one collective brain cell that screamed:
How the hell does someone who's actively being hunted for assassination just... start teaching a dance class?!
This wasn't just absurd. This was absurdity having an identity crisis!
Inside the room, Everly struck her first pose with the confidence of someone who'd never experienced self-doubt. The students, though confused about skipping warm-ups entirely, obediently followed along.
She started with a basic three-step combination she'd half-remembered from some K-pop boy band Olivia had been obsessed with.
Simple. Clean. Competent.
Then boredom struck.
