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I knew that voice. “Make me, Karen,” Quentin said, reaching for one of the glasses. You! We don’t need you contaminating anything.”

“Fuck that,” Quentin said, any attempt to hide his contempt fading with every word. Just need to clear it.”

“What is it?” I asked, peering over Chloe’s shoulder. “Alright,” Chloe said, disappearing down the hall toward the cockpit. She kept her hands in her pockets the entire time, so she simply nodded at a laptop under the desk. “Well,” I said, feeling defensive again. “John,” she called out, and one of my other bodyguards slipped by us to join Chloe at the front. Considering the five ladies in the helicopter with me, I might have let him. She still looked like she was trying to comprehend what I was doing there, and as I stared back at her, I wasn’t sure what to do.