If there was one thing that Melissa was right now, it was furious as she silently seethed under her cool exterior; if there was anyone who would see right through that, it was Adrian. Eyes instantly fell upon the raven haired man, as she sucked in a breath, as soon as she was prepared she sauntered over to him in her usual fashion, a swing to her hips and head held high; she was of course still representing The Rutherfords after all.Â
It was all about impressions, and Johnathon had not held up his end. As soon as she was within reach, head turning to him and eye brow arching, she wondered what heâd thought about the night so far, as she could see that their loyalists seemed happier â no doubt this was Adrianâs doing, she thought. He was much better at that than she ever had been.
She didnât like people all that much.
ââThe idiot could have won that entire thing had he used his head and not his insufferable angerâââ She all but whispers to Adrian, eyes darting to make sure the inspecting eyes were not able to hear their conversaition. The ice queen was in full form this evening, unsure if a smile had managed to graze her features with anything more than a grimance or female grunt.Â
âTo be fair, that anger is how he usually wins the fights,â Adrian responded, for only her ears to hear. Melissa Lin was the kind of person that did not condone failures, you didnât need to be a close friend of hers to know that. And whilst Adrian didnât give much importance to these fights, he feared the affect Johnathanâs loss would have on the Rutherford Organisationâs morale. Seeing their boss get knocked out by a commandant surely was difficult to witness for the younger, more hot-tempered loyalists.
Perhaps the optics was the reason why Melissa was quite so mad.
Adrian joining the Rutherford table had been an attempt to boost the morale, and having Melissa surely helped. The lower-ranking loyalists rarely got to spend any time in the same room as their fierce second-in-command.
âWhy donât you buy the next round for the guys, hm?â Adrian nudged her a little. Quite possible the only person who could get away with such playfulness around Melissa. âYou could use some alcohol, too. Maybe will calm that ice cold rage youâre radiating.â