"General Oblonsky, do you think this is some kind of bullshit?" Bell asked deadpan to the man sitting in front of her. Her fingers were tapping on the armrest of the single chair where she was sitting.
They were inside General Oblonsky's office at the Project Regnum facility but the way Bell intimidates the man with her coldness makes it seem that she is the one wearing a crown, sitting on a throne inside her own court.
General Oblonsky glared at her before his eyes darted towards the other man in the room who was standing by the window with his back facing them, his arms folded behind him.
He looked back at Bell and she said, "My husband might not be saying a word but I am a businessman, General Oblonsky. We invested in this. I would rather think that our money is just frozen but my instinct tells me that it is not. It is melting," Bell paused before she leaned forward. "Tell me, is it still worth it? Or are we just waiting until the fucking first snowfalls in hell?"
