Rebecca froze, an instant chill running down her spine.

In a panic, she mentally reviewed everything. Though she liked Morpheus, Persephone had been in Southeast Aciatic at that time. They had been separated, so there was no way Persephone could have known about her interest in Morpheus.

Rebecca composed herself. Maybe her panic was just due to feeling guilty.

Given Persephone's intellect, she wouldn't suspect a thing.

"Rebecca, why are you standing there? Let's go together," Persephone urged.

"Oh..." Rebecca responded. "Ms. Hamerton, maybe I shouldn't come. It's your date with Mr. Orton. It might not be appropriate for me to tag along."

"Why does that matter?" Persephone smiled innocently. "You're my personal assistant. Naturally, you're responsible for my every move. It's not inappropriate for you to be with me."

"Ms—"

"Let's go." Persephone took her hand. "You probably haven't met Morpheus, have you?"

there seemed to be something more beneath

distance, she moved steadily. She had assumed that Persephone wouldn't handle high heels well, that she might stumble outside and embarrass

smiling.

"Nothing..."

for didn't work out?" Persephone's pause

startled, her heart pounding, but she forced a

you." Persephone patted her

looked down, biting her lip hard. Her hatred toward Persephone burned like a flame in her

that innate confidence, inherent nobility, and

tooth and nail, only to fall short of

at Persephone's

Despite Rebecca's efforts, she remained a mere supporting role

and Morpheus' meeting place remained

ordered what she liked, even

momentarily, then greeted her

composed, giving him

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