At that moment, hearing what Cora just said about Oliver, Malisa's face tightened, and her voice sharpened a little more than before.
"No," Malisa said firmly, shaking her head. "I still don't think choosing Oliver is the right idea. Let's just find someone else a new face. Someone you don't know too well. Someone we can control. Give it one, two, maybe three days you two get to know each other, build a story, and then you can use that person instead. That way, there's no mix-ups or personal feelings. It's going to be better. Cleaner."
However Cora just sat there, staring at her.
The room grew tense, and Malisa's sudden insistence was no longer just about logic. It felt personal. It felt… too personal. And Cora wasn't going to let it slide.
She leaned forward slowly, her voice low and direct. "Malisa," she said carefully, her eyes narrowing just a little. "I'm going to ask you this one last time…"
Malisa looked up, blinking fast.
Cora tilted her head. "Is something wrong?"
