Chapter 48

In the deep silence of the room, Cyrus worked diligently. Sinclair, seated comfortably, found herself growing increasingly drowsy and disinterested, especially since she had no idea what her work entailed.

Cyrus’s fingers danced over the computer keyboard with focused speed, and he alternated between typing and scribbling aggressively on a piece of paper. The scratching of his pen was the only sound breaking the quiet, while Sinclair, arms crossed on the desk, rested her head atop them and watched him with mounting curiosity.

'Snow mentioned that Cyrus asked the professor to let me retake the exam. He also helped me get this position. What’s going on in his head? Wasn’t he trying to get back at me for firing him? Is he planning something sinister?' Sinclair’s thoughts churned until her curiosity overwhelmed her, prompting her to rise from her desk and march over to Cyrus’s table. She slammed her hands down with a resounding thud, causing the sound to reverberate loudly