DRAKE
“Computer skills as well should be good. It will be nice to have one of them advanced enough to hack into systems.”
I snap toward Maxwell, and he chuckles, scratching the back of his head.
“Of course, that isn’t all we are training them to do,” he covers up. I shake my head, flicking through the list of rogues.
The fan whirs gently above, a perfect distraction from my thoughts on Elena and how different she is. Her attitude, her speech—it is almost like she had gone to bed and become an entirely different person. There’s this fire in her eyes that I have never seen before, a spark of defiance.
“So how will the process go?” John, one of the representatives of the company we are partnering with, speaks. Elena had been so detailed about her plans, her structure on how to alleviate
