Meanwhile, in the Prime Group Penthouse.
Penny stood motionless in front of the minibar, staring at the bottle of wine before her. After a moment, she reached for it along with a corkscrew. The aroma immediately assaulted her nostrils the second she heard the cork pop.
"Gosh. I can't believe I'm resorting to this," she mumbled to herself, shrugging as she carried the bottle to the master bedroom. Ever since Hugo had built the investigation board, she'd had the lock replaced with a fingerprint scanner.
Now, she was the only one who could enter.
Penny closed the door behind her, each step echoing louder than it should. Stopping by the side of the room, she pulled the string on the tall lamp and adjusted it to illuminate the board before her.
Again, her eyes landed on the board, covered with information about both the first and current timelines. With two lifetimes' worth of memories, it was almost impossible to keep track of everything unless the details were truly pivotal.
