Page 51 of Undercover Savior

“I might have done. Too soon to tell.”

I folded my arms out of reflex. Did he really believe I’d brief him, Con, Tag, and Gus without him sharing information with me?

“I’ve been sent to see if you’re ready to meet,” he said, looking from me to Fallon.

“Of course,” she responded. “I’ll just gather my things.”

“We’ll join you shortly,” I said, in effect, dismissing him.

For a moment, I thought he intended to wait for us, but after nodding once, he left the room.

“I need to hide this,” Fallon said, lifting the record book from the table.

“Why? What’s in it?”

“I don’t know yet, but something tells me if our host knew of my interest, it, along with the others, would disappear.”

“Here,” I said, walking over to the window seat. “I noticed a hidden storage area beneath the cushion yesterday.”

She raised a brow and smirked. “Younoticedit?”

I raised my chin but smiled. “In the same way you did what we intend to hide.”

“Touché. Is there anything inside?” she asked when I lifted the hinged cover.

“I haven’t looked.”

She chuckled. “Liar.”

I laughed too, but I hadn’t since, right after I noticed it, David had walked in.

She placed the book inside while I held the cover open. “Did you see that?” she asked, pointing at another set of hinges.However, there was no handle on the cutout that appeared painted shut. “Later,” she whispered.

I nodded, replaced the cushion, and gathered my things.

When Fallon and I entered the dining room, we noticed it had been transformed into what one might see on a detective drama TV series.

“Wow,” I said under my breath, taking in the electronic evidence boards.

“We’re locked up tight,” said Con when I took one of the open seats. “Meaning the highest level security protocols have been implemented. What you share in this room stays in this room. The same is expected of the two of you. If you cannot agree or are unwilling to sign an NDA, then this meeting ends before it begins.”

“And will you do the same?” Fallon asked.

“Of course,” Con responded. “We see this as an opportunity for collaboration. One that could benefit us all individually but also the agencies we represent.”

Fallon, who’d also taken a seat, folded her arms and rested them on the table. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

I glanced at David, who was studying me. Was he waiting for me to balk? If I did, then what? I could hardly venture out on my own, even with support from the Crown Herald, especially now that the ramifications of Weber’s capabilities were becoming more apparent.

“I’ve sent both of you the NDA draft. Once you’ve had the chance to review it, we’ll all sign one physical copy.”

Considering the meeting could not commence until we’d done so, I pulled up the document on my computer and began reading. No doubt Fallon had far more experience with agreements of this nature and would spot things I’d miss.

While brief, the terms seemed concise. The paragraph that defined what constituted confidential information was thelengthiest as it detailed all forms of information that would be covered, including both written and verbal details, digital and physical documents, and intellectual property.

The rest outlined specific permissible uses, exclusions and exceptions—or that there weren’t any—and duration and termination. Beyond that, each person in the room was listed by name, along with their respective entities.

“I’m good with this,” said Fallon, raising her head and looking over at me.

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