Sophia's expression was unreadable, as always. Her sleek black coat framed her tall figure perfectly, and her hair, pulled back into a neat bun, left no room for distraction. She looked every bit the polished professional she was known to be, silent and poised like a statue sculpted by years of discipline.
"Try not to stutter next time," she said coolly, her gaze flicking to Zephany with effortless precision. "You'll look more professional."
Zephany turned a bright shade of red. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve. "I-I—"
Sophia's lips twitched, the tiniest movement. "Kidding."
Pia burst out laughing and pointed at her with the kind of delight usually reserved for a favorite character in a sitcom. "Oh, I like you," she said. "Sharp tongue, deadpan delivery. Perfect. Who are you people anyway? Friends from what department in Varen Enterprises HQ or something?"
Zephany nearly choked on her own breath.
