"Not going after Anthony, anymore?" She might have made a remark about my intelligence but didn't want to acknowledge her implications with a reply.
"Aw, don't be jealous, Cee," someone said. This was slowly becoming a regular occurrence for us. She tried to publicly humiliate me and it, in turn, made me more popular with all these people. These people loved a good catfight and especially one where one had their claws drawn and the other literally kicked them down, cold. Obviously, Cienna losing her fight was entertaining to them and I was their personal hero (for the moment).
Looking at the people who crowed the room, I wondered how long it would take me to get to know and extract information from each one of them. It would take years, I calculated and those years would be worth it.
