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Yves King, having silently led Wendy Quay into the car, received a text from Faye Owen before even fastening his seat belt. He couldn't help but chuckle, touching his nose. Was the boss really that unsure of his character?
She, as always, remained mostly silent. Bowing her head, she sat quietly in the passenger seat. Her movements were reserved, her gaze cast downwards, a cascade of thoughts surely occupying her mind.
It had been so many years, and this was the first time they had been alone together.
The atmosphere seemed to have solidified.
After a cigarette's worth of silence, Yves knew that given her temperament, she could remain silent for an entire day if he didn't initiate conversation. Seeing no other option, he broke the silence, asking raspily, "Where to?"
Wendy Quay shuddered slightly upon hearing him, but other than that, there was no change in her posture, no answer.
