what they wouldn't do | DAREDEVIL

chapter four: adjacent

SARAH OPENED HER MOUTH, then shut it again as she realized she didn't know what to say. How does one begin such a conversation? Just casually delve into the espionage talk?

Matt raised his eyebrows at her silence. "You...do know I can still tell you're there even if you're being very quiet, right?"

Sarah's cheeks flushed. "I know that," she replied hotly. "I just didn't know how to—I mean...we're really going to talk about that stuff right now? In the middle of the lobby?"

"I thought you might prefer it this way, actually," he said. "But if you'd rather I come back later—"

"No!" she cut him off quickly. She assumed by 'later' he meant in the middle of the night, and probably in a different costume. "No. Uh...now is fine."

"Good." He didn't say anything else, and she took that as her queue to start talking.

"Right. Um...I don't really have much yet," she said, shifting nervously.

"Let's hear what you do have."

"Well, the company sent out a memo about all these new security policies: new passcodes, computer updates, cameras. But they ordered a bunch of new cameras that they didn't include in the memo. And all of the cameras on the fourth floor are being updated to these new high tech ones. But they weren't in the memo either."

"What's on the fourth floor?" he asked her.

"I don't know yet."

Matt's brow furrowed. "You think they're watching someone in the company?"

"That's my best guess. They said it's because they don't want any more security breaches like Monday night, but...I don't really buy it."

"Anything besides the cameras and computers?" he asked.

"No. Well, I mean, Ronan was being really weird today, like weirder than usual—"

"Ronan?" he interrupted her.

"Oh, um, Ronan Greenfield. He's my supervisor. Not a nice guy. You, um, you actually met him," she pointed out awkwardly. "He was the one who was, uh...shooting at you."

Matt's face was carefully blank, but she saw his jaw clench. "Yeah, I remember him. How's his arm?"

"Um...broken?" she said helpfully.

"Should've broken the other one too," he said darkly. For the first time since the conversation had started, Sarah could clearly see traces of the dangerous masked man beneath the lawyer's neatly dressed exterior.

"W-well, like I said, he's my supervisor," Sarah hastened, carefully sidestepping the subject of violence. She privately kind of enjoyed the idea of Ronan with two broken arms, but figured she probably couldn't be too far behind him on Matt's list of people whose limbs needed breaking, so maybe it was best to avoid talking about that. "He's usually in his office all day, or lurking around my desk. He doesn't really get called to chat with the—the higher ups very often. But today he was coming and going from meetings upstairs all day long."