“So you mean she knows about everything going on?” Triston sounded as surprised as I'd felt.
“Yeah, we fought in the pool.” Annoyed, I asked, “why does she still have access to your house?”
Seriously, that was just something I couldn't understand.
He ran a hand through his face. “I'll stop her access. I always forget, I'm sorry.”
“It's alright,” my forehead scrunched, “I'm not just sure what to think about her. I'm certain she has an insider.”
“That's the only sensible explanation to her knowing things about me.” He seemed equally peeved.
“So what do you plan on doing about it?” I leaned forward on the couch in his room.
“I don't know,” he sighed, “what do you want me to do, because my only solution at the moment is getting rid of all the workers and getting new ones.”
“No, we can'
