***[POV: Claire Thomsson]***
"No, Luca, I'm telling you these numbers don't add up."
I tapped my stylus against the tablet screen, highlighting the discrepancy in the quarterly security expenditures. Luca leaned closer, his subtle woodsy scented, expensive cologne disrupting my thoughts as he peered at my screen.
"Look. Someone's padding the budget for the northeastern perimeter sensors. I can literally access everything from my workstation if needed - and unless they are storing them five times as much as suggested to do with replacements then they are simply not being installed."
And probably sold to a third party. I didn't bother saying, because I'd run out of… prim and proper activation time.
As Kyrie's Beta, and as a son of one of the important board members… he always dressed impeccably. In suits and dress shirts that probably cost what my monthly rent would.
If I actually had to pay it and it wasn't part of the package for working here. Perks are good… perks are…
