POV: Chloe Lopez
He tilted his head slightly, like the question didn't surprise him.
"Carter Industries has operations in six countries." He started walking, assuming without asking that I'd fall into step beside him. "When you're the heir to a company that size, you make certain kinds of enemies. My father started my training when I was five."
I fell into step.
Of course he did.
"Carter Industries," I said. "The medical equipment company."
"Among other holdings."
I let that land. Carter Industries was the kind of name that showed up in business news my dad left open on his laptop—the kind of company that had its own floor at the downtown tower. I'd seen the name on buildings. On hospital corridors.
I stopped walking. "So you've been walking around this school pretending to be a no
