Gavin Knight's corner of the tech department looked less like an office and more like a command center that had wandered in from a different building entirely — three monitors, a whiteboard covered in half-erased diagrams, and a mug that read WORLD'S OKAYEST HACKER that nobody had ever had the heart to ask him about.
"Elena Hayes," he said, spinning his chair around before she'd even finished knocking on the open door frame. "To what do I owe the honor of an actual in-person visit? Usually people just email me when they want something and hope I don't notice how weird the request is."
"I need something a little weird," Elena admitted, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.
Gavin's grin widened. "My favorite kind of Tuesday."
She laid out the contract amendment on his desk — t
