Font Size:
Just slightly.
“You’re very special,” he says.
I tilt my head.
Ignoring the way the room sways slightly.
“Careful,” I reply.
“Starting to sound personal.”
He pushes off the wall.
Steps closer.
Every movement controlled.
Calculated.
Dangerous.
“You took something that destabilizes everything we’ve built,” he says.
“And you built it wrong,” I shoot back.
His gaze sharpens.
“For someone in your position,” he says quietly,
“you’re remarkably fearless.”
I meet his eyes.
Unblinking.
“No,” I say.
“Just realistic.”
A pause.
Then—
he nods once.
“Then let’s be realistic,” he says.
He reaches into his jacket.
Pulls out a tablet.
Turns it toward me.
Images flash across the screen.
Names.
Faces.
