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Monday morning, I’m going to have to tell him everything because time is running out. If this game gets into the wrong hands, it will ruin the launch. Even with it only being a demo, it’s dangerous for the company. Others will steal the idea and rush to complete it or even connect the idea to a current game.
George meets me at the lift, sucking on his favourite ice coffee. “Girl, what are we going to do?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper, so others don’t overhear.
“I mean, we could make a copy,” he offers.
“We can’t. Each demo disc has its own code. They’ll know right away which one was missing.”
“There’s only one person left to ask.”
He means Zach. “He wouldn’t do this. I promise. I know him.”
“I never pegged you as stupid,” he remarks as we step inside the lift.
“Huh?”
“No one truly knows anyone. It’s impossible. My aunt’s way of describing it is kind of out there, but it’s what makes the most sense. We all have that voice in our head that is talking to us.”
My eyes bug out. “I’m beginning to worry about your sanity.”
He rolls his eyes, not offended by my remark. “Okay, let me give you an example. Earlier, when Daniel was talking to you, and you looked apologetic and sympathetic, what was running through your mind?”
“If I could get away with cutting his tongue out and taping his mouth shut.”
“Okay, psycho,” he grumbles as he steps away from me. “But that’s my point. No one else will ever know who you truly are because they’ll never know what your inner thoughts are. I can’t tell you how many conversations I’ve had where my mind is saying something entirely different to what my actions and words are. I could be comforting someone, whereas inside, I’m growling at them to get over it.”
“Have you been doing that with me?” I ask, eyeing him warily.
“You, I actually like. Others… not so much.”
“Good, because I would hate not talking to you.”
He laughs. “My point is, you don’t really know him. He could be showing you one face whilst hiding another.”
“Okay, now you put it that way, it does make sense. It’s why we broke up. He wasn’t who I thought he was.”
“And you didn’t feel anything for him.”
“Not in a romantic way.”
“Call him out.”
“I won’t know if he’s lying.”
“Then ask someone to go with you who will.”
As we step off the lift, I turn to him, hope bubbling up into my chest. “You’re a genius. I know just the person.”
“Have fun,” he orders.
I grin, happiness filling me. I’ve been in such a weird funk this week and it’s consumed me. “See you Monday.”
“I’ll bring doughnuts.”
“I’ll bring the coffee.”
With that, I text the only person who can help me. She’s a talking, walking lie detector. She’s always called people out on their bullshit, and ninety-nine percent of the time she’s right to.
