Quinn and Caitlin maneuvered their agendas with the help of Malark, and now they have to deal with Olyver who wants to make them pay for that success…
The lithe Olyver opened the door to the triumvirate’s office walking through it. He silently observed Caitlin and Quinn, with a smirk he allowed the heavy door to slam shut. The thud shattered the silent room, making the two triumvirs jumping in their seats. They looked up at the dirty blond man as he strode to his desk.
“Good morning Olyver,” Caitlin murmured as the man took his seat at the desk of the free desk.
Olyver gave Caitlin a slight dip of his head, “Good morning, Caitlin. I hope you two are doing well.”
“What do you want?” Quinn asked as he shoved papers aside.
“To bring the two of you to task,” Olyver quipped.
Caitlin slammed her hands upon her desk as she shot to her feet. “We…”
A whistle echoed through the office as Quinn stared at Caitlin. She stopped talking as she returned to her seat. Quinn’s gaze drifted to to Olyver. “The triumvirate agreed that the conversations you’re talking about are best served by open discussion.”
“Of course,” Olyver agreed as he folded his hands upon his desk.
“And we looked for the first time such an open discussion could be held,” Quinn said as if he were speaking to a young child.
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