Chapter 40 The Project

• Reyna’s POV)
• I leaned against the sink in the restroom, gripping the edge until my knuckles turned white. My reflection in the glass goggled back at me, equal parts frustrated and exhausted. Why did Theo have to say it like that? Professional, my ass.
• With a deep breath, I splashed cold water onto my face and plodded to push down the anger. It was not worth it; it no way was. By the time I left the restroom, I made sure my features had acclimated themselves to express indifference.