"Damn it, Tracy, where have you been?" Castor's voice carried across the restaurant as Tracy stepped into the building and approached a table with ten seats, filled with familiar faces.
Leon sat beside an empty seat—presumably reserved for her—his expression one of barely contained irritation. He glanced at her once, scoffed, then pointedly looked away.
This jealous idiot almost spoiled my chances with Asher with his stupid tantrum, Tracy thought, maintaining her normal smile while sinister plots swirled in her head. I'll make sure he learns his lesson.
Of course, she was well aware that out of her five team members, both Leon and Andrew were hopelessly crushing on her. But that wasn't much of a surprise—she knew exactly how effective her looks and charisma were. She could always tell when someone was interested: the looks, the constant glances, the telling actions. She knew everyone who was fawning over her.
