Page 141 of Exposé

Don't do anything stupid.

Not yet.

"I was just on my way out."

They slowed to a stop a few feet away, the two agents fanned out in a strategic position.

Trying to surround me?

You only brought two?

I'm insulted.

Keith crossed his arms over his chest with a stern look on his face. "What were you doing in my office?"

My heart shifted in my chest as I glanced at the guy beside me, his weapon on the left, my right a little too far forward.

The man on my left stood just out of reach, but I could make it if I needed to.

"Just came by for a new tracker. Old one broke, sir."

"That's what you want to go with?" Keith's eyes narrowed, his hands tucked into his pockets, the dress shirt sleeves folded to his elbows.

I could grab his tie...

"No other reason."

"You went in there alone." Keith moved closer to me, our heights near the same. "I'd say that's pretty suspicious, wouldn’t you?"

"Because I went in alone?" I held his gaze, refusing to budge. "You're sounding more paranoid than I am. Got something to hide?" I raised a brow, poking the bear with a very sharp stick.

Keith's eyes darkened before he nodded to the two other agents. "Bring him."

My teeth gritted when the agents moved forward, their hands outstretched.

"If you touch me, you'll walk out of here two limbs short and a headache that'll rival your worst hangover."

The men hesitated, giving Keith a once over as though they needed his permission to wipe their own asses.

Keith gave a look of contempt and a curt nod before turning down the hall.

The agents relaxed as I followed the traitor.

"You really need to stop dropping in like this. You're making me think you aren't serious about this mission."

I huffed and turned into admin, following behind him while keeping an eye on the agents behind me.

"I'm taking it very seriously, sir."

Keith turned into the surveillance room where two older men sat, their faces plastered to the two dozen screens before them. "Bring up the clip."

"Yes, sir." The older man, with a pre-Santa Christmas beard, clicked on the digital image of my mug walking into and out of his office, Callie included.

Shit.

"Want to tell me what the two of you were doing?"

I coughed into my hand. "Uh,we needed some place private?"

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