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“I’ him inside,” Kynan says when I connect the call “Get Cruce and Dozer, then meet us in the conference room”

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I stand in between Cruce and Dozer They’re tall and solidly built, both dwarfingthrough the glass walls of the conference room Kynan talks to Griffin as they stand tensely near one another Can’t hear what they’re saying, but neither looks happy Saint sits in one of the chairs, listening intently He looks perplexed

“I don’t like him,” Dozer says after a moment

“That makes two of us,” Cruce adds

Bothprotective of me, but I can’t help but stand in coalition with them “I don’t like him either”

Because the creepy ed to follow me to my place of work For the life of me, I cannot fathom why

Kynan twists his head, sees us standing in the hall, and motions us in My feet feel like lead, but I make myself move

I force myself to keep my eyes locked on Griff as I enter the conference room He returns it, jaw set in iron and lips flattened in dismay What the hell does he have to be so pissy about? It’s my privacy he’s violated

It’s tensely silent as Kynan moves to shut the door, then pulls the blinds on the floor-to-ceiling glass that looks out into the hallway

Once we have absolute privacy from the rest of the company, I pivot toward Kynan “Why is he here? Why did he follow me—”

Griff interrupts “My name is Griffin Moore”

I turn in shock “No It’s Griffin Stoltz”

“No, my last name is Moore Stoltz is my alias I’m undercover with the FBI”

“Bullshit,” I mutter

“I checked hi in here He’s legit”