ADVERTISEMENT
where to go: the home office. I sat down at Emily’s glossy white desk. I turned on her laptop. No password. Another sign of their arrogance.
I opened her email. It didn’t take long. I just searched for the name Ryan had so kindly provided: Reed.
The chain popped up. Dozens of emails between Emily, Ryan, and a “Dr. A. Reed.” I read them, and with every continue reading …
ADVERTISEMENT
