CLAY’S POV
I pressed a finger to the almost invisible earpiece tucked against the shell of my ear and grumbled, “Phil, for the third time, send me the combination for the lock. Right now.”
There was a pause on the line, followed by an unmistakable crunchy, chewing sound.
“You need to relax,” Phil said stuffily around what sounded like chips. “I’m literally about to send it.”
I clenched my jaw. “If you don’t stop eating in my ear, I swear I’ll whoop your ass the second I’m out of this.”
He laughed, completely unbothered. “You say that every time. And you never do.”
“That’s because I keep forgiving your nonsense. Stop stuffing your face and do your job!.”
“I’m literally just having my first snack of the day,” he said cheerfully. “Check your phone.”
I shifted my weight, back pressed t
