Page 41 of Nothing to You
“Tall, dark, and handsome,” Franco said, rolling his eyes at the other guys.“And super rich.How do the rest of us have a chance?”
“He’s usually only seen at product launches,” Myles said.“Only people who pay attention to that stuff would know him.”
“We need someone more gregarious.”
“Someone who’ll fight for Huddle Hope.”
“That said, we can’t kick Dyce out of bed,” she said.“If we ask, he might lead us to someone else.”
“Good point.”
“But how do we get to him?”
Leaning back in her chair, she turned ninety degrees, craning to look back to the opposite side of Rourke’s office.To the boardroom table he and his cronies sat around.
“There’s one obvious way,” Franco said.
Exactly her thought.
Turning back to her colleagues, she didn’t expect them to be intent on her.“What?”
“No one else will get in,” Myles said.“You went walking in there yesterday like it was no big deal.”
Maybe it had been a big deal.But she’d been following the man, her friend, not their boss.Not exactly.
“We should run it through Leon,” Johann said.“He’s our contact.”
“Supposed to be, but we never see him.”
“He’s dealing with the SIT candidates,” she muttered.
Her phone buzzed again.
HOTSHOT:What you talking about?
FIREFLY:Nothing that’s your business.Give me Zane Dyce’s phone number.
HOTSHOT:What’s it worth?
FIREFLY:I don’t need your permission; you’ll leave your phone lying around eventually.
HOTSHOT:You’d invade my privacy, Radley?You should know it’s against Huddle rules to pressure a user for personal information.
Man had a point.Just what were the rules now?And, shit, who was monitoring them?The guy at the top might be exempt from monitoring, but she wasn’t.And was his profile linked to him?The real him?If it wasn’t and he was “undercover,” monitors would treat him like any regular user.
“Roux?”
Again, she snapped back to the moment.“Hmm?”
“What do you want to eat?”Myles asked, rising from his seat.“We’re going to get some food and do some research.Narrow down the list of people we want to approach.”
“Smart,” she said.“Get me a—”
“Club hold the bacon, light on the mayo, and a strong black coffee,” Franco said, proud of himself.
“Yeah,” she muttered.Was that guy okay?“Whatever.Let’s get to work.”
Okay, so it was kind of rich of her to say that when she’d been the one to walk in hours late.But she was there, and that was what counted.Now they had to lock down the money and influence.Piece of cake.
