Zane POV
My study was getting crowded.
Sarah and I were seated directly in front of my desk in separate chairs. Whitfield and Wilson (whom I was starting to call “the Ws” in my head, and I needed to stop that) were seated slightly to our left, with Travis and Rucker on the right. We fit, though rather closely.
There was a seventh person in the room, but Christine Tedley had asked to observe us quietly until it was time for her to be of value, and I respected her efficiency.
Everyone had their own copy of the publicists’ report and was putting notes in the margins as we read it to the end. Whitfield and Wilson finished first, as it was just a refresher review for them, then I, Travis, Sarah, and Rucker finished, and we ended up all looking at each other.
“Impressive,” I said.
“And sti
