Samuel was almost enjoying the sound of his own plotting, imagining Cora's downfall, when something caught his attention. His Manager, usually quick to respond, to agree, to scribble notes was silent. She stood there stiff, her expression unreadable, her hands clasped tightly in front of her.
His smile faltered. "What's this?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "What's going on? Is there something else you're not saying?"
For a moment, she hesitated, her gaze darting away from his. Then, finally, she spoke, her voice low but heavy. "Well… it seems we've just gotten ourselves into a very big mess, sir. A mess we won't be able to get away from." She swallowed hard, choosing her words carefully. "From every indication… I think it's over. I'm advising you, start getting yourself ready to leave the country. Do it now, while you still can."
