Cameron's POV
I looked at the glass wall.
Lucian was still working. He hadn't looked up from his computer. From this angle, his expression was still, professional, composed and focused on what he was typing down.
I'd been watching that face across a desk for eighteen months.
"I'll think about it," I said.
"Think faster," Durian said. "He's a thorough person who notices things and is not oblivious to new changes, even if there are minor and subtle. If he hasn't already noticed what you're doing, he will by Monday."
He ended the call. I put the phone down and looked at the glass wall.
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The third room-exit of Friday happened at three-forty-five.
I could reconstruct it later with painful clarity, could pinpoint what happened and how it had gone disastrously wrong.
Lucian had come
