“Nope.”
“Knox,” Perez said, “Alex Mason has graduated. He’s proven himself—”
“My family, my call,” Knox said.
Perez pinched her lips. “We don’t normally allow parents to veto the missions that IAS sends their graduated soldiers on.”
“You don’t know Alex like I do,” Knox said. “He’s not ready.”
Amalie sat up straight, and Perez leaned back, furrowing her eyebrows.
“I disagree,” Perez said.
“And you’re allowed to disagree,” Knox said. “But Alex still will not contact Douglas Winward with that Psycho Shakespeare stalking the CEO’s every step.” He paused and looked both Amalie and Perez in the eye. Neither argued further. “What’s the other path? You said there were two options.”
“You go directly to Shakespeare yourself, confront him yourself,” Amalie said, pointing at the second large
