#Chapter 200: Everyone Loves A Good Distraction

I enter the Pyramid and run into Beau, who is leaning against the hallway, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. How long has he been standing there? Had he also suffered from Angela’s wrath? “Guess she got to Archer, too?” Beau asks. He motions his head back down the hall, likely indicating the way Archer stormed off. “Angela?” I ask. He nods. “Even Steven got an earful, and all he was doing was coming out of the kitchen with fresh coffee.” I already have a small idea what Angela’s ire is about, having overheard some of her and Neil’s fight, but since I am not owning up to that, I casually say, “She did seem worked up. Any idea what it’s about?” Beau narrows his eyes at me. “You have to have some idea.” “I can guess,” I offer. “But I’d rather hear what you know.” He hums. “She wants you to stay with us longer.” His eyes stay glued to me. He’s clearly looking for my reaction. “And you guys told her no,” I say. To explain my lack of overall reaction, I give him the answer