Page 58 of Chaos has a Name
“Point made, Toady. I’ll not slip away. A girl does that a few times, and a security guy never lets her forget it.”
He just stared at her.
Tough room.
As the doors to the elevator closed, she took a deep breath and got ready for this. Riding up, each man put his hand on her.
“You have this,” Gene admitted.
Oh, she was aware.
The scariest part of all of this was that she did have it. The problem was Wyler.
Not work.
To reassure her, Gene kissed her on the cheek.
“I have your back. I promise.”
Yeah, that was the truth.
He was her newest ride or die.
Both Callen and Chris squeezed her hands, reassuringly as their wife was going to not only have to reassimilate, but run it like she goddamn stole it.
It began…
NOW.
As the door to the elevator opened, she was the first one out. Walking in, she crossed the FBI emblem on the floor—the one they’d put there when the building was completed.
It was now official.
She.
Was.
Back.
May God have mercy on this side of the country’s souls. It was about to be a rough one—like picked up, ridden hard in the car, and dumped at the bus stop.
The Elizabeth that was here before was a whole other animal.
A feral one.
Right now, she couldn’t handle much more than the normal, daily FBI stuff. Until she got her bearings, and dealt with Wyler, it was a shitshow in the making.
Once in the waiting area, a petite woman was standing there. She had a tablet in her hand, and a Bluetooth earpiece in her ear.
The welcome wagon awaited.
As soon as she saw them, she moved toward them with her hand out in greeting.
“Deputy Director Blackhawk, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Vivian Hill, your personal assistant and secretary. I’m glad to see you arrived safely.”
She shook her hand.
Elizabeth wasn’t worried about this woman. She wouldn’t have to deal with her more than the usual. Ian on the other hand would.
