The dry night air blew in from the window Zeran had left open, hoping it would bring him some freshness to ease his restless mind.
Zeran sat in his work chair, eyes locked on the TV screen, where the news still aired his press conference.
His fingers reached for the remote, changing channels, and most of the talk shows were still dramatizing his public confession.
He grabbed his tablet, scrolling through the flood of online comments. Everyone was anxious, waiting for Lethia to make an appearance after that explosive conference.
This morning, Derreck had briefed him that Tuffin Corp's stocks, which had plummeted, were slowly climbing back up steadily.
He chuckled in amusement at the fact that his father's ridiculous plan somehow worked exactly as predicted.
At first, he'd doubted it, wanting to strike Varrel directly after meeting the assassin. But then, Renar's words over the phone had convinced him to go along with this soap opera plan.
