{ADAM}
Something is really fishy here, but I can't figure out what the hell it is.
Everything about this blonde fires all the scam alerts in my head, but I got nothing to prove it yet.
The second she told me her brand name is NobleScalePad. I knew I'd heard that name before, but I can't just recall where.
I lift my phone on my table, search for Wendell’s number and shoot him a message real quick.
He digs faster than Six and I need feedback this second.
“Get me every information concerning a NobleScalePad company. I want all the details, and I want them now.”
He texts me the next minute, “On it, Sir.”
I suck in a deep breath, then she suddenly taps my shoulder.
“That's my colleague, John,” she points at a man in a royal blue shirt, leaning towards the ear of one of Hermione's inve
