Two hours before all that...
Jeremy was sitting at his own desk after the meeting with his sister. He wasn't feeling at ease at the moment while what Anna did in the meeting kept bothering him.
"What's going on in her mind?" Jeremy was moving his body in circles using his black leathered seat. He was recalling what his sister said, especially at the end.
"What does she want from him?" Jeremy stopped his seat before tapping on the desk with his index finger. His mind kept repeating the scenes that just happened non-stop.
The more he recalled what happened, the more uneasy he became.
"I got Chris in my pocket... but James..." he knew James wasn't the type to be fooled with or to be bought or threatened. He held a deep grudge against the noble families, one that couldn't be easily wiped out with anything but blood.
