CHAPTER 106
Cooper disappeared into the kitchens. Wasting no time, Calla withdrew a stack of pages and planted her elbows on the counter with a weary sigh. She'd just started skimming over a preliminary report when Cooper reappeared, sporting a tacky green apron that didn't suit his complexion at all. He leaned against the counter, sour-faced. "So. How are we supposed to find the information we need?" "With our eyes," she said dully. "Don't you have tables?" "Don't you have tables?" he mimicked, slamming a bucket of silverware on the counter. Calla didn't so much as flinch. "In case you hadn't noticed, it's dead in here. No pun intended." Calla sighed. "Seriously. The newbies can handle it," he insisted, analyzing a half-washed fork with distaste. "Fine." She pulled out another stack of
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