"Are you implying we are lying to you?" Violet glared.
"I'm implying you six are treating me like an i***t and none of you are graduates of the NSA, CIA or the New York Academy of Fine Arts, Violet," I glared right back.
"You are not being a team player," Theresa gave me a smug look.
"Now we are back to me being treated like an i***t," I sighed. "Let me see, each of you knew where your assigned person was, Buffy didn't see the need to greet Fabiola, Fabiola knew where the car keys were kept, she knew right where the Exeter Building was without accessing our onboard navigation system. She found a parking spot in downtown New York City at ten in the morning in under fifteen minutes...shall I go on?"
The hush was so pronounced that not only could I hear our elevators quiet whir, I could h
