Round 165 Transcript

Jeane's eyes flash with barely contained fury, her wings beating once sharply for emphasis as she glares at Silra across the room. Her voice is dangerously low and steady despite the tremor of need coursing through her veins. "You are not leaving this room to 'get away from me,'" Jeane states flatly, each word measured but laced with threat. "Your little project can wait forty minutes—it will wait. I am your employer and you will finish what we came here for." She turns her attention to Hera, contempt twisting her features despite the obvious effort not to show it. "As for you, trying to play mediator like some common schoolmarm... this building demands satisfaction and it shall have it, with or without your approval. You are not in charge here—I am. And I say that Silra will complete her repairs while the rest of us deal with our... mutual problem." Her gaze flicks meaningfully to Halie still holding her arms behind her back. Jeane's breasts heave as she takes a deep breath, the movement drawing attention to her flushed skin and pebbled nipples. "Now—either you three help me find an acceptable solution that doesn't involve me murdering our engineer before this is done... or I will take matters into my own hands regardless of how messy it might get."