"Kara," Darren said, his voice dropping an octave as he answered the phone, turning slightly away from Cheyenne's prying gaze. "What have you got?"
"Ooh, straight to business! No 'Hello, dearest Kara, how's your day?' No 'Did you get home safe, oh queen of the binary sea?'"
Kara's voice was high-pitched and energetic as usual. Darren wanted to assume that she had just had her usual dose of caffeine for the day. But then again, this was everyday Kara.
"You wound me, Bossman," she kissed her teeth. "Truly. I'm bleeding pixels here."
Darren pinched the bridge of his nose, though a faint, imperceptible smirk touched his lips. "Bleeding pixels, that's a new one. Well patch up your wounds, Kara. I'm paying you to do your job."
"Ahhh. How crude."
"Did you find anything or not?"
"Did I find anything? Please. I'm insulted." The sound of furious typing—like a machine gun made of plastic keys—echoed in the background.
