Allison's POV
"I think you should have contacted Darius directly," I say, my tone firm and unyielding. Yasmin's response is immediate—a derisive scoff.
"You think our boss has the time to chat with ordinary spies? Or do you think you're *that* important?"
A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth, though I suppress it. *Well, considering I've had him wrapped around my finger before, maybe I am.*
I keep my voice steady. "The mission is important. If Gerald isn't stopped, his entire business will crumble." I speak with conviction, expecting her to nod in agreement. But instead, she just smiles, that infuriating, knowing smile.
"The mission, sure," she says. "But *we*? We're not important. We're replaceable."
I flinch, her words slicing through my confidence like a knife. It's a bitter truth, one I've tried to ignore. "So what difference does it make, going through the triplets instead of Darius himself?"
