“Ben, Tim, tell me the truth. Why were you at the guest reception area?” Mona folded her arms and looked at the two young, dashing boys who were a lot taller than her. She carried herself like a demigoddess with uncanny abilities. Ben and Tim hung their heads low and stared at the floor under their feet, not saying a word. “Fine. Don’t want to talk? Then you can forget working with me from now on. I don’t need two assistants who can’t be forthright and truthful with me,” Mona pretended to be angry. The trick seemed to work, as Ben was the first to lose his cool. He turned his eyes to Tim. “Why don’t we tell Mona about the plan? She’s one of us, so there’s nothing to hide.” Tim remained tight-lipped, but he did not refuse Ben’s suggestion. Getting the green light, Ben went on to explain to Mona. “Don’t be mad, Mona. We had our reason to go to the guest reception area, but it was not to steal anything. The old hag must be out to get you. Had we known she had set up a trap, we
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