“Sounds like you’ve got everything covered,” I tell him.
“I should do,” he mutters. “I’ve been running a security company for years.”
If that’s not a challenge to find something he missed, I don’t know what is.
“How about staff?” I ask. “Do they all live here? Surely some of them live off site?”
“A lot of the staff live here, but we have a bunch of security guys who don’t, and a few others.”
“I’d like a list of those staff,” I tell him.
“They’ve been security cleared.”
“Have they been cleared for brainwashing?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.
He laughs. “How would we clear them for that, exactly?”
I look at Dr. Morgan. “Can you tell if someone’s been messed with?”
From his slightly panicked expression, I don’t think he wants to tell me.
“Would that be possible?” Owen asks, sounding curious.
“It’s possible,” his Alpha says. “But enough people know about Rob now. We can’t keep telling everyone who he is and what he does. It’s not safe.”
He sounds pissed off, and I don’t blame him.
If Harper were a Zeta, I wouldn’t want to tell anyone, either.
Omegas are rare enough. A lot of them end up in bad situations because horrible pieces of shit treat them like money-makers instead of people.
There are way too many of those bad guys out there.
“I want to help,” Rob says, “But I need to touch people to tell if they’ve been brainwashed.”
“You don’t have to help everyone,” his Alpha reminds him, in a stern tone.
“This isn’t everyone,” Rob tells him. “It’s for the academy.”
His Alpha sighs. Owen moves around the desk and opens the laptop that’s sitting on top of it.
“I’ll get the list of names. We can pull them in for random security checks. Rob, you could dress like one of our guards, and I’ll teach you how to pat someone down. Will that work for touching them?”
Rob nods, and Owen lets out a relieved sigh.
His Alpha still looks irritable, but he doesn’t say another word.
“I think you might be cut out for this kind of work,” Owen tells me.
“You’ve been Harper’s personal security team for years,” Falcon says.
“I think I’m going to like working here.”
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Seven
Robin
Lunch arrives a few minutes after Harper devours his last piece of chocolate. I’m just tasting my first piece of the salted caramel when the cook from the cafeteria rolls in her cart.
