Ava’s POV
Friday morning started with Tootsie staring into the Tootsie Pop bag like she'd received devastating news.
I walked past her with my coffee.
“Problem?”
“We're getting low.”
I stopped.
“How low?”
She held up the bag.
Not empty.
But definitely lighter than I wanted it to be.
Gage looked over while tying his shoe.
“This is officially our biggest crisis.”
True snorted.
Tootsie glared at him.
“You joke now. Wait until we have thirty pissed-off toddlers and nothing to bargain with.”
“Medical negotiation,” I corrected.
“Exactly.”
Morgan walked into the room.
“We have an actual security briefing whenever you three are done discussing candy.”
I grabbed my rucksack.
“Fine. Ruin our morning.”
He ignored me.
“Same transportation. Same route.
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