"Well, you haven't even seen her 'talent' yet…"
Ethan's head tilted slightly. "What did you say?"
"Nothing," Irina replied smoothly, that familiar smirk creeping back onto her lips.
But Ethan knew she had said something.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, but Irina had already moved on, leaning against the lockers like she wasn't hiding anything at all.
"But it's good that you understood her value," she said lazily. "Though you're a bit late."
Ethan scoffed. "Yeah, yeah." He crossed his arms, glancing away. "Maybe."
Julia, who had been quiet for longer than usual, finally rolled her eyes. "Alright, you two stop talking like you're scheming something. It's annoying."
Irina just smirked. "What? Can't I be in a good mood?"
"Absolutely not." Julia deadpanned.
Lilia, who had remained silent through the exchange, finally spoke.
"She's efficient," she said, her voice even, but thoughtful.
Irina turned her gaze toward her, golden eyes gleaming with interest. "Sylvie?"
