Chapter EightEntering my former office building, I walk through the long, sleek lobby to the security guard, explain that I no longer work at the place, and request a guest pass to “see HR about turning in my old phone.”
I figure if I tell him that my actual plan is to storm into the chief’s office, he’d not-so-respectfully send me away.
“You don’t need a pass,” the guard tells me after he examines my driver’s license as though to see if it’s a forgery. “Your ID wasn’t deactivated. You can just go right ahead.”
I verify his words by getting through the ID-activated turnstiles without trouble.
That’s odd.
Is Nero in denial about my resignation?
If so, I’m about to disabuse him of that notion.
“Sasha,” a familiar female voice says as a gentle hand touches my shoulder.
I turn to see L
