Chapter Twenty-Five
The first day I didn’t hear from Holbeck, I told myself she was busy. Being the Director of the people who decided to f**k over the world couldn’t be an easy job.
The second day, Josie was back in class. She looked like a shell. She flinched when anyone tried to speak to her. She threw her tablet at the wall when the guards came to collect her. But when they reached for their guns, she stood and followed them out of the room without fighting back.
None of us picked Josie’s cracked tablet up from where it had landed. I think we all needed to be able to see it. As a memorial for the bit of Josie the Incorporation had stolen.
The absolute rage that burned through my body made me pretty sure taking out everyone in the Incorporation was a better plan than doing as Walsh
