After a couple weeks of intense training, the inner circle convened as, once again, word had come in from Liam and Rafal.
Bernard moseyed about, fine-tuning his prior arrangements of several trays of treats set out on the conference room table. Behind him, Chaya made her way around with a coffee pot in one hand, and a teapot in the other, filling cups as requested. On reaching Marshall’s side, he looked up and smiled at her. She met his unspoken greeting with a lift of her brow and a clenched jaw, filled his cup, and then moved on. Once she’d made her way around the table, she set the pots down. Then she and Bernard left the room.
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