The following day, Moira woke up at nearly eleven, still dressed in the same dress from the previous evening. Memories of the last night slowly trickled back into her consciousness. Despite her sobriety and clarity of mind at the time, why had she succumbed to hugging and kissing Barclay?

It was obvious. The alcohol had bolstered her courage.

Realizing the absurdity of her behavior, Moira felt a deep sense of shame but strangely lacked any remorse.

Undoubtedly, she had been led astray by Juliet!

Running a hand over her face, Moira's stomach grumbled in protest of its emptiness.

Moira swiftly rose from the bed, discovering her dress zipper was undone!

Before heading to the evening party, could she forget to fasten her dress zipper?

Impossible! Moira distinctly recalled checking it before leaving. The zipper was securely fastened. Yet now, after a night's rest, it was undone!

night, and considering she had dozed off halfway, it was highly likely that Barclay had

How shameful!

but sense that Barclay was a decent man. Unzipping her dress might have led to more untoward actions if it were someone else. Ah, he,

encountered someone as improper as

push aside such improper thoughts, and

she finished and descended the stairs,

it was a workday, Mr. Covington wouldn't join

clear-headed state,

sleep. Instead, she hastened to the music room to

of the Sega Group, Linden could sense that Barclay was in high spirits today. Although he couldn't quite discern why, Mr.Covington's buoyant demeanor made Linden feel less constrained as he entered

I've uncovered the matter you tasked me with

grip on the pen tightening slightly. "Who's

to

the documents to Barclay. "The wine was spiked but

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