"Yeah, fine," she muttered, waving him off. "Just talking to myself."
Amara felt Felix's skeptical stare lingering for a moment before he shifted back into professional mode. He was dependable, always had been, but he didn't know the half of it. If he knew the chaos swirling in her head about the system, the mission, and the ticking clock he'd probably quit on the spot.
Not that she could blame him.
Felix cleared his throat. "Eirik's trying to buy out the show, and his people are circling like vultures. If we don't get ahead of this, it's going to be a disaster."
Amara sighed. "Of course he is. Because he's Eirik, and he can't go five minutes without trying to ruin my life."
Felix blinked, clearly taken aback by her personal stake in the matter. "I mean, it's not just your life he's after…"
