MISTRESS OF THE GAME
Storm didn’t need to shout to make you feel exposed; his silence was worse, suffocating, like a predator watching you before it pounced.
I swallowed hard. “Something crazy is going on at HQB. Storm declared a forty-eight-hour holiday from work, even though there are important meetings scheduled with the agencies for the project. Whatever the reason is, it must be very important and he’s keeping me in the dark. Which means he’s investigating everyone, probably starting with me.”
Garrick’s voice dropped, calm and steady, like water against fire. “But you covered your tracks, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I said quickly. “Yes, I did my best.”
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