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CI was the same as it always had been. If Grant had succeeded in selling Game Time to Albert Sutcliffe, cult leader and criminal, the domino trail would have led straight back here, and the company would have been irrevocably changed.
Thanks to the Kindred, the near miss had escaped everyone’s notice. Grant was probably quite pleased that no one had figured out his intentions because he got to carry on in his role of authority without answering questions that could only lead to the implosion of his cushy existence.
Before Brodie came into her life, she’d been unaware of Grant’s agenda to sell the Game Time device. But because she’d missed those signs in the boss she’d had for five years, she was now hyperaware of indicators that might imply he hadn’t gotten over
