"If the company won't handle it, then let someone who can handle it do so!"
Starlight's eyes burned with fury and resolve as she stared fixedly at Deep, her gaze seeming capable of seeing straight through him.
With that, she spun around. Her long golden hair traced a graceful arc through the air as she strode forcefully toward the office door.
Her figure was like a bird breaking free from its cage, carrying the courage and determination of something emerging from its cocoon.
Deep stood frozen in place, his face filled with confusion and bewilderment.
His small eyes were full of doubt, his mouth slightly open, yet he could not make a sound.
He had no idea what Starlight meant. What did she mean by letting someone who could handle this take care of it?
In his mind, Vought Company ruled the world. Everything here was controlled by the company, so who could possibly stand above it and interfere in his affairs?
His brain was like a rusted machine that simply would not turn. He could only stare blankly in the direction Starlight had gone, a faint sense of unease rising within him.
After rushing out of the office, Starlight did not slow down for even a moment.
Her heart pounded violently in her chest cavity, as though it were about to burst through her ribcage.
At that moment, she had only one thought: expose Deep's vile actions as quickly as possible and see justice done.
She hurried through Vought Company's spacious yet somewhat gloomy corridors. Employees passing by cast strange looks at her, but she paid them no mind.
She went straight outside the company building, hailed a taxi, quickly climbed in, and sped toward the Black Ops Division's offices.
All the way there, she clutched her phone tightly.