Chapter 165

Damon: [Drinks tonight.]

Caleb Goddard: [?]

Nathaniel Preston: [You've been avoiding us like the plague lately. What's with the sudden enthusiasm? Got your heart broken?]

Damon: [Shut up.]

Nathaniel: [Alright, alright, I hit a sore spot. I'll stop. There's a new bar on North Saint Street. I'll book a private room.]

Damon: [...]

…

Nyla had just returned to the lab when Melody approached her, asking, "Nyla, why are you so late today? Hey... what happened to your hand? Did you cut yourself during an experiment?"

Nyla didn't want too many people to know about yesterday's incident, so she nodded along. "Yeah."

"Then let me handle the operations for now. You can supervise," Melody offered.

"It's fine. It doesn't affect my work," Nyla declined.

They chatted briefly before starting the morning's experiment.

The morning flew by.

Nyla took off her protective goggles and gloves, ready for lunch.

Melody, staring at her phone, said, "Nyla, a friend just told me several companies have