Conor had thrown out his take, leaving everyone else speechless.
The matter was far from resolved and called for further discussion.
Brown, with hope sparkling in her eyes, sidled up to Stacey. "Fancy grabbing a bite with me? It's on me."
Stacey was taken aback. "I'm afraid we have a meeting. We're a bit crunched for time."
Brown's smile wavered, but she quickly bounced back. "No worries. How about we hook up on Telegram instead?"
"Sure thing." Stacey whipped out her phone and friended Brown on Telegram. This left Conor bamboozled. She had a phone?
"Add me too," Conor commanded, his phone outstretched.
Stacey hesitated. What was he trying to pull?
"Don't I get the chance as the money guy?" Conor's voice was frosty.
"You do." Without another word, Stacey friended him as well.
