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“Wow! I’m guessing that didn’t go the way you wanted. What was that all about?” His laughter stung.
It took everything Clarissa had to not swat at Clark.
First, for resting his hand on her shoulder in public, as if she was just some woman he was f*****g and he didn’t care who knew. She had to get that retrained right away.
Second, because she needed someone to strike at.
“That,” she spat out the word, “is the lead crash investigator on a small problem we had with our drone project.”
“What crash? What the hell aren’t you telling me, Clarissa?”
“Not now, Clark.”
“That’s Director Winston, Ms. Reese, and you’d damn well better remember that.”
She kept forgetting that Clark actually had a spine when it suited him. Dangerous mistake. “Nothing important, Clark. Just a C-130 that went
