"Arwen, you—"
Cutting off Delyth's arrogant talk tirade, Arwen spoke, "Ms Ember, if you called me this early in the morning just to remind me of my name, let me assure you, I have been using it longer than you and had it memorized by the time I was two." "You —"
"What did you call for, Delyth? Get to the point, no dawdling." Arwen didn't want to start her morning in a foul mood, especially after the peaceful and fulfilling night she had just had. She just wanted to savour the lingering warmth of those memories, but Delyth's pompous attitude wasn't helping her. So, she just wanted to get her done as soon as possible.
"Fine, I will be on point, Arwen," Delyth said sharply. "Let's meet. I have something to talk about."
Arwen raised an eyebrow, almost tempted to ask what gave Delyth the confidence to make such a request in that tone. But then she didn't want to waste more time than necessary.
