“No one else has her experience,” I argue.
“Don’t bullshit me, man.” Zeke stands up, pacing to the kitchen island. “You could train someone new. It would be a pain in the ass, sure, but you could do it. Hell, you could poach someone from another company with the kind of money you’re throwing around.”
“Oh, f**k your timeline, Bastian. We both know this isn’t about any goddamn timeline.”
Sage has gone quiet. He’s toying with his knee, rubbing at the old scars the way he always does when he’s in deep thought.
“So what is it about?” Z presses.
I tip the glass up and swallow the very last of the whiskey in one go, feeling the burn all the way down. I can sense their eyes still on me the whole time.
Zeke was there during the worst of it after Sage’s accident, when I was barely sleeping, ba
