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Pretty sure we’re way past that.
“I promise.”
He nods and checks once more for the invisible threat. “The powers that be think Larinda is up to something.”
I nearly choke and come dangerously close to breaking my promise of not freaking out (with laughter).
“Are you serious?”
“Of course. One never makes light of spy subversions. It’s in the code. You’d know this if you helped with the report.”
“Right. Sorry.”
“Anywho, you know how Larinda is the spokesperson for Brighthouse like Jarvis is for Sandeke Telecom?”
“She used to be, but not anymore.”
“Or so she says.”
“No, she really isn’t.”
He winks. “Exactly. She isn’t.”
“She isn’t.”
“Okay, well, she might be, and if she is, then she’s probably planning her revenge.”
Her revenge? Larinda doesn’t even hurt insects. Not kidding, she’s terrified of them but insists on having them safely removed from a room and reinhabited in their natural environments.
But I’ve learned arguing with this guy gets you nowhere except a locked storage closet with a crap-ton of paper towels.
“Revenge for what?” I ask.
“Do you remember about a year ago when fellow telecom giant Brighthouse had that ransomware attack during their video game event that almost ruined them but sadly didn’t?”
Disturbingly, I do. Very well, since my sister and good friend Nash were a huge part of that whole blowup. But I’m thinking that information might hurt my chances at more intel, so I keep it to myself. Dirty spy move? Probably, but desperate times…
“I remember something about it,” I say casually.
“Well, we did that. I did that.”
Pretty sure Nash and Paige did it, but whatever.
“Okay. So what does this have to do with the tour and Jarvis?”
“That’s what I’m here to find out,” he says in a low voice. Oddly, he doesn’t wink with this one. It felt like a winking moment.
“So you don’t actually know why you’re here.”
Guess that makes two of us.
“Don’t be silly! Sandeke Telecom is sponsoring this tour. I’m representing their interests.”
“But you don’t know what those interests are.”
He opens his mouth to argue, then closes it again. Then furrows his brow and huffs. “Well, I also run our merch table.”
Oh right. The mutant fish.
