He leaned back, almost laughing at his own frustration. "Yes. We'll do just that. And when her nonsense becomes too much… we'll have excuses ready to skip it."
A few of the heads exchanged glances, nodding slowly as the weight of the plan settled over the room.
"What about the nine o'clock meeting she demanded?" Christopher asked, his brow furrowing again just when he thought relief was in sight.
"There won't be any meeting," Daniel said with a cold laugh. "Who does she think she is, summoning all of us like that? Protocol requires His Highness's permission, and she clearly didn't bother. She was too busy… sucking on strawberries." His tone dripped with scorn.
Christopher frowned deeper.
"And if she asks why we didn't show up?" Elin interjected, her voice calm but edged with warning. "That girl might look harmless, but she's vicious in subtle ways. She could easily find a quiet method to punish us."
