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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