Ruth's POV
The room was stuffy, even with the air conditioner humming softly in the corner, trying its best to cool the space. My fingers hovered over the mouse as I stared at the game screen. Luke had just walked in; his footsteps were light but deliberate. He leaned over my shoulder, inspecting the move I'd made.
"Not bad," he murmured. His tone was neutral, but I caught a faint trace of approval.
I said nothing. Frankly, I did not feel like playing along at all. My gaze refused to budge from the screen as my mind began drifting.
Then, Frank's voice cut through the silence like a hot knife.
"All right, everybody, listen up." He clapped his hands once, and the loud sound brought me back to attention. "We've got a problem.
I spun my chair around to him and crossed my arms protectively over my chest. Frank Xia was sharp angles and confidence that filled a room, even when not speaking.
