As we’re driving back toward the heart of the city, I rerun the events of the day, try to make sense of them. Meeting Matt Tyrel this morning while jogging must not have been a coincidence. From the moment I signed on with the Everest Primary Program just last night, the corporate higher ups must have singled me out for something . . . red flagged me, so to speak.
But for what, exactly?
Do they consider me a risk?
Why?
Maybe they knew I was questioning the program prior to joining it. But who would have told them that? The only person I truly voiced my concerns with were my dad. I also voiced my concerns to Kate, but I never said anything that would make Everest overly suspicious of me. I’m an out of work editor. I’m not exactly a threat. Certainly, I’m not a part of the resistance mov
