(Noah)
Reese agreeing worried me more than the argument would've.
Most people would've thought the opposite.
They didn't know her.
Reese rarely stopped fighting once she'd made up her mind.
I watched her pick up her bag while Simone gathered the last of the fitting notes. Nobody spoke for a minute. The office felt smaller than it had thirty minutes ago. Vega had gotten exactly what he wanted.
Not panic, because panic burned out too quickly to be useful. He wanted attention and he had it. Every person in this room was thinking about him now. That was the whole point of the package.
He hadn't broken into the office. He hadn't hurt anyone. He hadn't even shown his face. Yet somehow he was still standing in the middle of the room with us.
I hated that.
Simone finally closed her tablet
