"Hey Brooke, do your parents know you are hanging out with Trent's Wal-Mart substitute?" Brennan had begun his assault.
"Felix?" Brooke deftly parried. "Nah. I dated him once, but he turned out to be another degenerate frat-boy loser, so I dumped him." Maybe I should have let Libra and Brooke dispose of Mr. Keyes for me as well. "Cáel's not like that. He cares."
"Come on now," Brennan battled back. "He's some minimum wage paper-shredder whereas Trent worked directly for his department head."
At this same moment I was convincing Casper and Anima that I was a professional assassin...just for some relevance.
"That's why they pay him a quarter-million a year," Brooke snickered. "Or put him on a jet to come back from his father's funeral, or around the clock bodyguards.
Minimum wage has im
