She took a slow step forward, stopping beside him. She adjusted her dress before leaning against the table, crossing her legs. "I was speaking to Councillor Petrov earlier," she began, inspecting her perfect nails. "The old man had a suggestion—he thinks you should speak to Nolan and fix whatever is going on between you two."
She smirked, watching his expression wrinkle in disgust.
Pulling his chair back to put more space between them, he sat back down with a scoff, spreading his legs. "I'm not speaking to Nolan. I don't have time for that sort of nonsense."
"I don't care if he holds a grudge against me. Outside of the council room, he's nothing but an insect to me. And I don't waste time talking to insects.
Argilia let out a small gasp, feigning a hurt expression and pressing a hand to her chest. "Ouch… Is that how you see the rest of us, then, my lord? The other councilors? Me?"
