A genuine, unforced twitch of my lips without even realizing it until she pointed it out. I force the thought to the back of my mind and drag the mouse on my laptop.
The surveillance footage at the main door from last night is still paused on the screen. Yesterday, when I saw the person who was supposed to be in bed sleeping, walk out all dressed up on a motorcycle, I had people follow her.
My men are, as always, efficient, recording everything they could. One was even diligent enough to impersonate a male dancer and get inside the private room.
I reviewed the mission brief and the gathered intelligence. Seeing the things Tyr was up to. the dancing, the drinks, the general chaos it makes perfect sense why she looks like that today. The hangover is well-deserved.
I don't have a problem with her having fun, as long as she makes sure not to get caught up in a scandal. That part is non-negotiable.
