Page 52 of Possession

“That’s just mean. How am I supposed to choose?”

The message window at the bottom of my screen blinked.

Blake

What does he want?

Dinner.

Blake

Oh. Thai.

I shook my head at the screen. Always with the orders. “Blake wants Thai.”

“Vi, too. You’re the swing vote.”

I shrugged. “My usual for Thai, I guess.”

“Bah.” Jack made a face. “I want a turkey club.”

“We’ll get Mancini’s tomorrow.”

He shrugged. “What if I don’t want it tomorrow?”

“Does this face look like I care?”

He sneered at me. “Hanging out with Blake is making you mean.”

I laughed. “Maybe he is.”

He tapped the rice container. “Did you drop your phone in the toilet?”

“Shut up.”

“What? It’s a valid question.”

“No, Jack. Rice has other uses than saving a cell phone.”

He lifted the dish and I grabbed it out of his hands. “No touch.”

His eyebrow shot up. “All right. Jeez.”

“Sorry. Just something that could be important.”

“Is that a memory stick? How the hell old is it? It looks like something I used ten years ago.”

I placed my hand over the top. “That’s why I’m being careful with it.”

“All right, all right.” He frowned. “If you need any help, let me know.”

“I will.”

“Okay, meet you down in the conference room at four.” Jack waved at Blake because we both knew he was watching.

Blake

Awful long time for an order.

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