Curiouser and Curiouser

Helen's fingers drummed out an irregular rhythm against her desk as she attempted to focus on the screen of her computer, scanning through emails and reports as she normally did, before turning toward the papers that required her signature or approval scattered along her desk.

However, her mind was otherwise occupied. What in the name of God was Nikola planning? The more she thought about it, the more it irked her endlessly. He was good at plotting things, oh yes, but it made her all the more curious that he refused to budge even an inch on telling her, let alone giving her a hint. Brow furrowed, her gaze dropped back to her papers as she attempted to focus.

Which wasn't likely to happen for long.