Jessica walked quietly back into the grand hall. The music had softened, and the lights glowed gently over the large crowd of guests.
Several business investors and executives mingled with each other. Discussing business deals and setting up new partnerships.
In the background, soft music floated as the MC was discussing with the manager the next show to come up.
But for Jessica, all these faded into insignificance as her sharp gaze moved across the room, observing the faces in the crowd—flattery smiles, waiting ears and plotting minds. She sighed.
Once she reached her table, she sank into her seat with poise, her expression hidden but her fingers clasped over another in contemplation of the next course of action to take.
After her confrontation with Tricia in the garden, she knew things might take a different turn at any point and with the first rumour not clarified it might be more troublesome to clarify later when another storm hits.
