He shrugged, the tether pulling him a step closer. “I’m a delivery guy. I spend my breaks on a broken laptop.”
“If we don’t, we lose. The tether gets shorter by two feet every hour until we do.” She held out her left hand. “Wrap it.”
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Mira’s face went scarlet. Fifty thousand strangers now knew she was a liar with a savior complex. Leo didn’t look at her. He just picked up the second lockbox with his free hand and carried it to the table.
They sat on the floor, shoulders touching. He shrugged, the tether pulling him a step closer
The chat had already moved on.
“This isn’t improv,” she snapped. The first lockbox sat on the coffee table. A sleek, black briefcase with a single word on the display: . The tether gets shorter by two feet every hour until we do
Then the overhead screen flickered.