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Quinn wagged her finger, confident and mysterious.
“Relax. Even if he reads it, he won’t understand a word”
Then she took Sally’s hand, her expression serious.
“He’s going to the same place you are. You can keep an eye on him for me on the road.”
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Sally’s mouth dropped open. That handsome Stanley guy was the same Dusty she used to chase around as a kid? And lately, she’d been totally crushing on him. He probably thought she was a complete joke.
She
e pouted, both embarrassed and hesitant, and looked at Quinn.
Quinn didn’t want to push her. She threw an arm around Sally’s shoulders and said lightly.
“If you really don’t want to, I’ll figure something else out. No pressure.”
“No. I want to go! The manager gave me this task personally. If I pull it off, I’ll finally be a full–time employee.”
Sally’s tone was firm and her eyes were determined. Stanley wasn’t some kind of monster. What was there to be afraid of?
Quinn finally felt a little more at ease. She had to get to the bottom of the truth and pull her grandfather out of that pit she needed was for him to hold on.
Three days later. Stanley stood at the edge of a village in casual clothes, backpack slung over one shoulder. He was tall, sharp- featured, and even in regular clothes, he stood out.
He looked around at the broken–down surroundings. This is where Quinn’s contact lives?
Ahead of him sat a crooked little house with no foundation, barely holding itself together. It looked like a strong breeze could knock it over.
In the y
yard were a few books and old undershirts hanging out to dry. Sunflower seed shells were scattered across the dirt.
Stanley looked down at the red envelope again, double–checked the address, then knocked on the half–open wooden door
The wood creaked under his knuckles.
He frowned and looked back at the letter in his hand.
Then he looked up and found himself staring into a pair of clear eyes.
The person at the door had long, messy hair and was wearing nothing but an old undershirt in the middle of winter. One of the hands on the doorframe was missing a finger.
Startled, Stanley instinctively jumped back a step.
“Who are you?” The voice was hoarse, the gaze cold and suspicious as it scanned him from head to toe.
Stanley exhaled, steadied himself, and held out the letter.
I’m here on behalf of Quinn. She asked me to deliver this.”
Damon took the envelope, tossed his shoulder–length hair back, and opened it. A few lines of code appeared inside.
Stanley leaned in curiously, didn’t understand a single thing, and quickly looked away.
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on the wall played a live feed of the ocean.
The room was huge, lined with rows of high–end comperen. The image quality was crystal clear- no lag, no distortion–and Stamey had messed with enough projectors to know how expensive that was.
The computers displayed the same ocean view. On the left wall van a cabebe full of red wine
of it vintage
Damon tossed the envelope into a drawer, tapped a fewithings on his piece them pun in down and handed Stanley a bottle of green tea.
Stanley took it, and the corner of his eye twitched hard. There was a borde of wine nem o him that probably cost a few thousand bucks, and he got handed a fifty–cent bottle of green tea
Damon’s lips curled into a faint smirk, his earlier suspicion gone. Green nea helps with mutation”
All those screens, after all
Stanley’s eye twitched again. He actually said that like it made perfect sense.
“It’s getting late. The next bus out of here isn’t until morning. Since Quinn sent you, you might as well van De night.
Damon spoke like it was no big deal.
Stanley hadn’t had time to take in his surroundings earlier, but now that his eyes had adjusted, he realised the pine d underfloor heating.
The guy.
across from him was hunched over a computer, hair a mess, wearing an old undershirt and flip–flops. He couldn’t have been more than twenty–five.
Young. And weird.
Stanley didn’t want to stay
drove hers. No need to wait for the bus. I’ve delivered the stuff, so I’ll just
Something deh of behind him. He turned around.
Team werthful face suddenly looked like a monster’s, eyes bloodshot behind the curtain of hair, glaring at him like he wanted no daili him. “V–sund you’re saying
Smiley we almost thirty and still got scared stiff by someone who looked like they hadn’t even graduated college. Without micuming so the agreed on the spot.
Damon ground. “That is beter If you leave now how am I supposed to pass the message back to Quinn?”
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Then she looked up and saw her boss’s scowl.
“Boss…
“Where’s Olive
Of course he asked. She hung her head and didn’t say a word.
Gotion didn’t need her to explain. He called Olive and dragged her back to the office
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The company stock moved today. You’re going to sit here and watch it. After the market closes, you’re going to tell me what you learned. If you mess this up, you’re going nowhere.”
He took her phone, her purse, and her car keys.
She wasn’t going anywhere.
She looked on him pleadingy, but Colton just walked into his office and shut the door.
Get with no define Clive stared blankly at the charts, red and green lines flashing across the screen.
but she hadn’t paid attention to a single lecture. Quinn had done all her assignments,
A few day line Quinn got the package Sunley brought back.
She had just opened her mouth to thank him when he blurted out,
Please don’t ever at me to do something like that again. That guy Damon is terrifying
That man had sent him a generous runner’s fee afterward. Stanley had stared at the number in disbelief while also being scared out of his maid.
Quinn wasn’t surprised. She’d had the same reaction the first time she met Damon.
Aber be left, still thalten, she opened the envelope.
Inside was a string of coded ch
Send Gifts
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