The carved wooden door of the office closed silently behind them, but the silence that settled over the hallway was anything but calm.
Lisa walked with quick, stiff steps, her tail swishing side to side in a nervous rhythm completely different from the elegant sway she usually showed. Her entire face was still taken over by an intense red, so strong it managed to show through her white fur and remain perfectly visible even under the hallway's dim light.
She stopped suddenly, turning to face Lohan with an expression mixing murderous fury and a shame too deep to be fully hidden.
"You are not telling anyone about this," she said, her voice coming out cold and cutting, every word pronounced as rigidly as a soldier's. "Not Dylan, not Alice, not the dumbest clone you've got scattered around. No one, Halon. Ever."
Lohan laughed mentally, amused by her attempt to sound threatening while her whole face was still that color.
