Agent 57 (Book 2)

12. Don't you know me Hayden

Working on some new covers...

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Oh yeah and I updated...That's probably more important right?

Thirteen's POV

I spread out the blueprints out across the table in my conference room, Megan standing across from me taking notes on her clipboard.

I called her early and invited her over so I could get this done and over with faster...especially since Ryder's off entertaining himself with who knows what right now.

"I'm thinking we could knock out this wall here," I point to the blueprints. "It would open up the lobby a lot more and allow the entrance way to be enlarged. There needs to be more offices on these floors," I point to the next set of blueprints. "And I'm thinking the wiring for the electricity will have to be redone on the top floor."

Megan writes down everything I say on her clipboard, her pen flying over the piece of paper.

"And your office? Do you want it the same in building eight as the one here?"

"As close as possible," I reply my eyes scanning over the blueprints, my hands resting on the table. "I'd prefer it to be along the east wall, floor to ceiling windows along that wall only."

She nods. I pick up the stack of folders on the table.

"I've gone through the resumes," I hand her one pile and shove another across the table. "These are the ones to hire, and these are the ones to trash."

"And I take it you called Fred about the renovations."

"I did that last night," I reply, making some markings on the blueprints. I notice a shape move in the doorway and look up to see Ryder walk past.

"Hey give me a second, ok?"

Megan just nods and flips through the files in response. I run up and stand in the doorway.

"Ryder!" I call. He stops in his tracks and turns to look at me before walking back over.

"In my defense, I only gave him the idea. I didn't actually participate in the final result." He holds his hands up in surrender and I narrow my eyes at him.

"What?"

"It's Devin's fault ok? I had no part in it...actually, that's not true, it's mostly my fault." He gives me a smirk that tells me, whatever he did, he's not sorry. "But Devin did help. I really like that guy."

"What are you talking about?" I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. I feel like a parent scolding a child. "What did you do?"

"So you haven't seen the pool?"

"What did you do to the pool?"

"Well since you haven't seen it...nothing, nothing at all."

I run a hand over my face in frustration while Ryder grins at me, giving me a look that clearly says how innocent he really is.

"So..." He trails off, sticking his hands in his pockets and rocking back and forth on his heels. "What'd you need?"

I gesture with my hand for him to follow me as I walk through the conference room and into the adjoining office. I pick up the medium box on my desk and hold it out to him.

"What is all that crap?"

I give him a flat look.

"Sorry, you're right that was insensitive."