Owen froze for a beat, then burst out laughing, and the laughter quickly spread through the hallway. Selene raised an eyebrow at Zeyan as though she had just heard something utterly absurd.
“You’re telling me to prepare to lose my job?” Owen pointed at his own chest. “Do you even know where you’re standing? I’ve managed Greyline for six years. As for you, if Lucas hadn’t recommended you, a Rogue’s résumé like yours wouldn’t even have made it through the first round of hiring.”
Zeyan did not answer.
The call had just connected, and he only said to Lucas, “Buy Greyline Recovery Club.”
There was less than a second of silence on the other end.
“The whole thing?”
“Yes.”
“How quickly?”
Zeyan looked at Owen, who was standing with his arms folded, waiting to watch the joke unfold.
“As fas
