Chapter Forty-Eight
“Twenty times slower?” Ariel says incredulously after I bring my friends up to speed on my Headspace extracurriculars. “That’s a pretty drastic time differential.”
“My new client won’t be happy.” Felix looks glum. “Should’ve taken Monday off. Maybe Tuesday too.”
“Yeah.” Itzel’s voice is dripping with sarcasm. “Next time Sasha asks you to go someplace, make sure to clear your schedule for the rest of your life—which might be short. Oh, and add many zeros to whatever she offers to pay you as well, not that you’ll live to spend the money but—”
“She isn’t paying you,” Felix says. “I am.”
I ignore the rest of their back-and-forth because something Felix said sparked an important realization.
If the time difference is indeed what Rasputin said, it’s already Monday after
