Lyra’s POV 

I was bored at home for the next two days with nothing to do. I lost the sense of direction after the bitter experience at Mackenzie’s. It had taught me one thing. I couldn’t work under anyone. The independent streak in my nature would always cause a clash with my superiors. I hated being dictated to. 

“You can pursue your master’s,” suggested Hera as we sat in the living room, waiting for my uncle’s return. 

“I want to work simultaneously.” 

“Why don’t you ...