LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM}
I say automatically, even as the code flickers again, brighter this time, like it’s trying to communicate but doesn’t know which language to use.
I blink hard. The code fades. Dream returns to the call, but I can feel his attention still on me, like he’s watching for every breath, every twitch, every sign I might fall apart again.
The system buzzes at the edge of my mind.
I hold my breath. “Not now,” I whisper under it.
The system doesn’t respond, as if pretending it didn’t hear me.
Dream ends his call and tosses the tablet onto the table. “They’re idiots,” he announces. “Actual idiots. I should fire all of them.”