48: Piran
Piran
Casey wore some tight-fitting all-in-one thing, had long sleeves that ended with those stupid thumb loops. Looked good on her, though. Especially the way she had the zip half-down, showing her tight-fitting vest.
“You’re looking tired,” she said. “Need to get your sleep.”
“I’m fine.”
“Sure? Your head’s dipping. You had, what, four hours last night?”
“You’re monitoring my vitals?” Not that Piran didn’t suspect that anyway.
“Going by enter-exit times. So that’s four hours in your room. Means you most likely only got three and a half hours shut-eye. That’s not enough.”
“Wake up whenever I’m ready. Get like this, deep in a project. Thought you wanted results.”
“Yes, but…”
“I’m not doing good work?”
“Far from it. Your results continue to impress. But we still have a l
