Somewhere in Amberfell, Jocelyn and Malerie sat opposite each other, each with a glass of whisky, waiting for any news on a car accident. The longer they waited, the more it got to them. Their nerves feel uneasy as the weight of their action acts upon them.
Jocelyn would often check her phone for any messages from aspy she had planted within Legend Corp to keep watch over Sara and report any new development.
She picked up her glass and emptied it into her mouth in one big gulp. It stung terribly, especially since this was like the fourth glass she had emptied. She continued ordering glass for more, hoping it would help not think about the life they were harming. She looked at Malerie, although she was trying to play it cool. It was obvious she was also struggling, seeing as she had also emptied her fourth glass.
