Chapter Thirty-Two
Zack Forte came striding into CPARC’s main room, past the printer, all the way to Haley’s desk, waving a paper like a windshield wiper. “What the hell is this, Cooper?” he boomed.
It was humanly impossible for the man to be anything but loud.
Haley pressed her hands on the desk, pushing herself to her feet, fighting a wave of nausea in the process. Did Forte realize he was the human embodiment of a tornado? Loud, chaotic, and unstoppable.
“Well?” he asked, eyes flashing as he came to stand in front of her. “I offer you a promotion and this–” he rattled the paper. “Is how you thank me?”
Haley sighed. She’d known the second she’d hit send on the email that he wouldn’t make this easy for her. “But I lost a drone.”
“Well it’s a good thing I have a garage full of replac
