The drive back to the hotel was a blur and before she could realize, she was inside her room crashing face first into the bed.
Aria sat to the side, looking at her mentally exhausted friend.
"So," she started, "how did it go?"
Lillian didn't move. Her face was still buried in the pillows, voice muffled.
"I think my brain melted."
Aria raised a brow, leaning forward on the chair. "That bad?"
Finally, Lillian rolled over, staring at the ceiling with tired eyes. "It wasn't bad, just sitting in front of just Google's representatives was terrifying. And the whole time I had to look like I wasn't terrified of making one wrong move."
Aria tilted her head. "But you didn't make one, right?"
A weak smile tugged at Lillian's lips. "No. I held my ground. Adjusted when I had to. But… Amelia Rhodes .... It felt like she could see right through me."
Aria extended her hand towards Lillian's head and gently patted it, "there there, I'm sure Ethan would be proud."
