62| The Quest for Nepotism

Balia was in a daze, mostly because she hadn't expected that outburst from Senna.

She tried to erase the memories from last night, but she couldn't. She had overthought over the past few days. Hell, she had swum in delusion, believing he had grown a soft spot for her. He had touched her in places, he had kissed her and caressed her, he had fucked her like he cared about her.

Had that night not meant anything to him? Or was she the one overthinking and overanalyzing things? She could still see the cold look in his expression when he snapped at her. It felt familiar.

Sighing, she shut the door to her room and went to take a seat on her bed, staring up at the ceiling again and reliving a dull day.

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Senna was on a call with Batista when Elios came in. He quickly ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket before turning to him.

"You're here early."

Elios shrugged, pulling out a chair as he took a seat. "I had to be here. You requested for me. I didn't have an option."

"What has