Games and Blood in the Air
Liza Voss stayed close by, on her feet. Leaning back, Julian D'Aurelius watched her through a faint smile - hard to read, that look. His chair tilted slightly behind him.
A finger brushed the wood, pause hanging like dust in air.
"By the way," he said at last, tone casual but deliberate, "the company plans to enter the gaming business soon. I need you to help with some research."
Liza's gaze tightened just a shade, barely noticeable.
Of course.
This man always had more beneath the surface. His actions unfolded like hidden paths, each step suggesting something else underneath.
"How should I research?" she asked calmly, folding her hands in front of her.
Inside, she was certain he was setting another trap.
