Leo sighed deeply as he wiped the counter behind the bar. The night had just started, but his mind was far from work. His thoughts kept going back to what Angela—no, Nancy, as everyone still called her—told him earlier.
He couldn’t stop thinking about her trembling voice, her teary eyes, and how she insisted she was someone else. He shook his head and tried to focus.
"Leo!" a voice called.
It was Adam, the assistant of their boss and Sir Luke’s right-hand man. He walked over casually and grabbed a cold beer from the bar.
Leo gave a small nod. "Hey, Adam."
Adam opened the bottle and leaned on the counter. “I heard what Nancy told you earlier.”
Leo looked up sharply. “You were listening?”
Adam laughed. “Of course. You think anything happens here without me knowing? I got ears everywhe
