Eve
With every word, I watched them lean in, murmured discussions rippling through the chamber as they analyzed the letter. With each sentence, I explained what its writer had been thinking—because James might as well have handed me his hardened brain to scan.
With a long sigh, I concluded, "So as you can see, Silverpine is not as in control as they want us to think. It's all a ploy—to create panic, incite desperation within our ranks. And while we scurry about searching for solutions, we walk straight into the trap they've set."
Reluctant hums of agreement rolled through the room. Some nodded; others still turned the words over in their minds. But the pieces were falling into place.
I just had to drive the point home.
