Chapter 16Doctor Conley charged through NORAD corridors, his armed guards close on his heels. The fuel from his burnt pride and wounded ego was more effective at gassing him through the night than the massive doses of caffeine he typically ingested during one of his work-binges.
The muscles in his face twitched, buckling under the fury coursing through the pulsating vein on his neck. He sucked in a breath, then emptied his lungs again in a slow exhale. If he didn’t calm down, he would give himself a stroke.
This stupid girl was a thorn in his entire operation, and worse yet, her antics made him look like a fool. This whole situation should’ve been figured out by now. Instead, she was flouting about the pod like this was some kind of tropical vacation. The men that were supposed to be hel
