Chương 118: Being Me

Bernadette let out a loud snort at my question like it was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard.

"All those old men see is the dollar signs that they are missing out on with the de-scenter not in production," sneered the owl, and I could hear her taking a drink of something. "I swear to god, all they care about is how much money they COULD be making. No one is even thinking about how much money Daniel is costing us with all these failed experiments."

"Daniel?" I asked, my eyes still closed as Lucien continued to massage the side of my head he could easily reach.

"The little birdie," replied Bernie, and I could practically see her hand waving in the air as if it wasn't that big of a deal.

I was more surprised that I never considered the little birdie to actually have his own name.