Darren stepped out of his car, and the heavy rain immediately soaked right through his expensive suit jacket. He slammed the car door shut and sprinted toward the front porch, cursing under his breath with every single step.He had never had an evening that was as utterly frustrating as today. Everything about tonight was absolute trash, from the miserable weather to his crushed expectations with the Mafia tech guy.He unlocked the front door and slipped inside, pushing the heavy wooden door shut against the howling wind. The house was completely dark and quiet, and for a split second, he actually felt lucky.The absolute last thing he wanted to deal with right now was facing Riley and listening to her endless nagging again. His head was pounding, his clothes were dripping wet on the foyer rug, and his temper was hanging by a very thin thread.Just let me make it upstairs to my room in peace, Darren thought to himself as he stood in the dark hall.Naturally, he realized he had probabl

Kaelen paused in the doorway, his mind racing as he glanced up and down the silent corridor. After making sure that nobody saw him, he proceeded to pick up the envelope from the floor. He was smart about it, dropping his pen first to pretend to drop something of course. He knew there were cameras all around his room and its surroundings, constantly recording every single movement. He scooped up the pen and the thick paper in one smooth motion, shoving both into his front pocket before stepping completely back inside. He locked the heavy door behind him and leaned against the wall to catch his breath. He reached into his pocket and pulled the envelope out, balancing it in his palm. The damn thing was heavy, making him wonder if it was a USB, an item that was high tech he needed, or what? He felt extremely skeptical as he ran his fingers along the thick edges of the paper. There was no one he was in correspondence with at the base that would probably want to strike any deal with