Chapter 11

• Talia stretched as she rose out of her chair. It had been a long day of dodging Mr. Perez, checking on DeLuca—including making sure he ate like a good assistant would—and doing her own work, the stuff she had been officially employed to do. She’d been forced to work overtime to finish the tasks under her job description, but it was just as well. The suits didn’t want DeLuca being left alone in the office at day’s end, which was made very clear by the short text ‘you leave when he leaves’ she had received at four in the afternoon. They must have found out about the boxes of records he was currently pouring through.
• Talia chuckled cheekily, imagining them running around like headless chickens, panicking about what DeLuca might find.
• She dropped her hands to her hips, her head tilting to the side. What was it they didn’t want him to find?