Quinn
It’s okay! I’ll devour them when I get home. There’s not enough intel to launder money yet, but we might be able to steal some critical assets.
Brady
Don’t encourage him.
I grin, because he can’t tell me what to do.
Dylan
Now we’re talking. What do they have? Anything good?
Brady
This is why you need to finish law school, so you can get yourself out of trouble.
Dylan
But that’s what I have you for.
Austin
Gee, I feel special.
Dylan
We would literally starve if it weren’t for you. Brady burns bread.
Quinn
Isn’t that just toast?
Brady
I can cook.
Dylan
No, it’s not toast, because there’s no toaster involved. He literally just touches it and boom. Burned.
Quinn
Noted. Brady is never allowed to cook.
Brady
I can cook!
Austin
No, you can’t.
I stifle a laugh and glance out of the little doorway of my cubicle. The smile immediately drops, and my hands grow cold as the phone buzzes in my hand with alerts of new messages.
Mr. Mosley is standing directly in my line of sight, talking to my new boss, Mr. Wallace. They’re chatting like they’ve known each other for years.
Does he know I’m here, or is this a coincidence?