Austin smirked, seemingly satisfied with her response. Once he'd finished cleaning up and adjusted himself, he led her out of the room. They walked down the dimly lit hallway in silence.
As they walked, Scarlett's mind replayed the events in the meeting room. Austin's audacity and the depths of his depravity were unfathomable. The memory gnawed at her, but she pushed the thoughts aside, refocusing on her mission. She wasn't Ayra, not truly. Yet, being trapped in Ayra's body made it impossible to escape the judgments of those around her. She loathed being seen as a slut, a reputation Ayra had cultivated, but Scarlett knew she was just herself...Scarlett.
