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She says she works bad with people and teamwork but she does this all flawlessly. She never really struggles or has to overcome a hardship or when she does something cool and overpowered it’s so watered down the reader is no longer interested. 3 stars.

The rest of the night went by quickly and in the early morning, Davies and Venni forced me to get a few hours of sleep, promising to wake me if anything happened. Nothing else as big happened, not after leaving Lombardi and Shanton to torture the captive, not while I slept, and not for most of the day.

When I’d come into work this morning, I had brought a dress for dinner, knowing Lombardi wanted me there. I still didn’t understand why, but he was the boss man, and we technically weren’t supposed to question him.

Davies decided to try climbing a tree. He was fast and nimble, a surprise considering his size. I followed behind, getting more than enough exercise. I was not built to climb trees and crawl through small spaces.
He inched out on the branch and made a jump for the window ledge, grabbing on. The trap tried to react but there wasn’t enough energy in Davies and it fizzled out.

Venni finally found a spot he was happy with and just stood there, looking up to a window on the fourth floor. I eyed the wall, searching possible routes up. I checked the cameras. None of them saw him.
He finally moved, going to climb up. I kept my expression blank as he approached, looking around. The moment Venni touched the wall, the trap activated.

The inside was just as small as the outside, with enough seats for about twenty people. More than half the seats were filled. A table was empty, but hadn’t been cleared yet. An older woman walked through, wearing an apron.
“Just sit wherever,” she called out, heading over to clean the table.
Everyone looked content as they ate, and the food looked delicious.

I held it all back and built up the image that I wanted and infused the magic with it. Carefully and slowly, I hovered my hands over the devices, holding tightly onto the image I wanted. My muscles went through spasms, tightening and then loosening back up, matching the pulse of the magic. My limbs grew heavy, but I forced them to lower, my hands only inches away from the devices but still not touching.