Page 5 of The Swiping Game
I look at the clock, and it’s just after four o’clock. My day is done, but by the look on Tara’s face, playtime is over. If there’s one thing I’ve picked up on as an agent, it’s being able to read the room.
“First, you should know by now that this here is only for you and me. No one else can kill a plant quite like you.”
“I’m flattered.”
I stand up, buttoning my suit jacket. “I will leave you alone. For now. But don’t worry. You’ll see me soon.”
“Can’t wait.”
I grab a donut and start making my way to the exit.
“Who said you could take one?”
I turn around and take a big bite. “I did.”
She rolls her eyes. “When you come next week, please call ahead and make an appointment.”
The elevator door opens and I step in. “You know I won’t. Have a good weekend, Tara.”
