“Are you two going to join me or am I supposed to eat this all by myself?” She cocked an eyebrow at me, a glimpse of her coming back out of her depressed shell.

Grabbing my own, I dished up the same thing she did. I wanted to test the flavor combinations.

“I think I need to leave my hole,” she sighed.

Thank God. She was starting to leave a large dent in that chair.

“You also asked about how to kill people.” I pulled the spoon out of my mouth and pointed it in her direction. “How are you supposed to do that from your chair?”

“Don’t antagonize me, Vaughn. My best friend is missing, the world is on fire, and I can’t keep my stomach out of my mouth. Have some empathy.” Her blue eyes lit up while she ripped into me, and I relished in it. The spark behind her eyes would come back eventually. She took another bite, and I could see the sass re-enter her body.

“Don’t hate me ‘cause it’s true.” I flashed a smile at her, and she looked like she wanted to throw something at me.

Good. Get feisty.

“You’re such an asshole.”

“But I’m your asshole.”

“No. You’re my...associate.”

“I could be down for some roleplay. I hear you have a wonderful boardroom we could use.”

Her mouth fell open and she threw a spoon at me. Reaper watched comfortably from his side of the table. He got dinner and a show watching her attack me. Her face curled into slight disgust—it looked far better than a droopy depressed expression.

Was it bad my dick could get hard with her hating me like this? She was so full of spite and anger; I couldn’t wait to let her take it out on me. Let her use her frustration on my dick? God, yes.

“You’re so gross.”

“Thank you.”

“We have a visit to pay to someone later tonight,” Reaper cut in.

Fallon looked to me expectantly. “Can I go?”

“Only if you wash your hair.”

She chucked a full container of gummy worms at me.

––––––––

Dave threw down the profile of a man who worked in the legal department. His immediate supervisor was Mr. Caldwell, the lawyer from the boardroom that didn’t rub me the right way. Everyone was suspicious at that company, and I couldn’t trust anyone that was around Fallon. If he handed us these profiles and tried to send us on a wild goose chase, we’d be fucked.

Time was ticking until Fallon’s birthday.

“What do we have on him outside of his ability to access legal documents that may have come across his desk? Evans said there were personal legal matters which would have zero eyes from anyone in the company.”

I was still missing something. It was going to cost me everything.