บท 217: The Plight of the Bronze Members

Kiera walked into the hallway of the central mansion like a burglar, escaping with stolen treasure. She was sweating with shallow breaths, tip-toeing.

"Good~morning~!" A cheery voice called out from a room down the hall.

The nervous teen jumped like a panicked cat, crashing into a wall. "GuhhHhhHh…."

Marilyn walked into the hall with a tray, holding two cups of coffee. "I figured you two would need a pick~me~up after last night, so I brought you coffee."

Kiera turned beet red and jumped to her feet in a panic. "Look, I'm not sure if you got the wrong idea, but I'm not a soil shaper, kay? I was just…."

She stopped when she saw the secretary giggling, walking up with a warm smile. "Soil shaper? You always have the cutest way of saying 'hoe.'

Don't worry; I don't think any such thing. I was just coming to bring you coffee."

The fiery teen sighed, grateful that the conversation wouldn't get verbally awkward.