Jennet’s dad was late getting home, and then HANA hustled them in to dinner before Jennet could broach the topic of sneaking into VirtuMax.
JAnd how would she even begin?
The chandelier over the table shed a perfect light—no shadows for questions to hide in. No easy way to convince Dad he needed to smuggle the beta team into headquarters.
She ate her food, barely tasting the lobster bisque, the perfectly done steak and vegetables. Dad was quiet, too. After the usual questions about how school was going, followed by her usual answers, he stared into space, chewing. His face held an abstracted expression she was used to—the sign he was deeply immersed in thoughts of work.
Finally, when their chef brought out the berry crisp for dessert, she grabbed hold of her courage.
“Dad,” she said.
