Daryn looked with anger at the man who was standing a few feet away from them. He was one of the senior employees of the Silver House responsible for leading the Marketing team, which managed social media. Daryn's gaze darted to Dawn who was so pale that he didn't have the heart to leave. "Ask them to carry forward. I will join them later."
The man pursed his lips and nodded with reluctance in his demeanor. "Okay," he said and left.
Once Dawn had downed two glasses of water, she said, "You go Daryn. This is an important tournament for you and a very important day for me. I need to show it to all over here that I have returned and not afraid of them." Even though she was trembling with unknown fear, her voice was resolute. How could she be scared of that neotide? The only way to show her steadfastness was to persist there and if she walked out of the golf course at that moment, her enemies would win.
