Staring at the strange-smelling sack at her feet, then looking up at the "sincere gratitude" plastered all over Lynch's face, she felt a wave of fury wash over her. She wanted nothing more than to lunge forward and tear the bastard apart with her teeth.
But she couldn't. She couldn't even show too much anger, because that damn crystal ball was still recording.
She could only grit her teeth and force her face into a blank mask.
"Senior…" Lynch prompted quietly. "It's time for your lines…"
Catherine's chest heaved for a moment. She closed her eyes, trying to compose herself.
When she opened them again, her face was stone-cold as she forced the words out through gritted teeth. "Thank… you… Junior."
