Olivera was with Azeera when a servant came running, her face screwed like she was annoyed that she was running to them.
"Mistress, the master is looking for you. He wants you in his office now. He seems to be in a haste."
Azeera had been about to slap Olivera, unknowing to Olivera, when the message came. Her hand, which had been twitching to slap the girl that she had just heard was really the mate of her master, started pulsing, for an entirely different reason, her face gaining a smile that hadn't been present before.
"Oh really." She sang sung, winking at Olivera whom she had to admit looked unperturbed by the declaration. Had the silly girl gotten over the love already? Was that even possible? Had they rejected each other? That would explain the case.
Well, all was for her good. She sighed dreamily, before asking the servant, the bearer of the message, to wait here with Olivera, and then she stalked away with the two ladies staring after her.
