34. Grayson, Friday 1130 a.m.
Chapter thirty-four
I don’t enjoy being left out.
From my office, I watch her laugh at her phone. I already know who she’s texting.
Brooks is getting comfortable.
She’s slipping.
So I slip into the system. It takes ten minutes to schedule a meeting. Real, but pointless. Late enough to ruin her plans.
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