Aaron smirked and was about to complain, when Sam released his handcuffs. Rubbing his wrists, he couldn’t help being a bit surprised. He hadn’t expected that. Nor had he expected her to settle in here so he could actually be partially free while she worked.
“Maybe I want you to read to me instead,” he answered slyly. Knowing good and well he wouldn’t get anywhere with that, he resigned to pick up one of the magazines and read it himself. He did peek over the top of it though and watch as she worked. “Do you ever stop working?”
Scott frowned a little and shook his head, then changed it to a nod. “Yeah. Fine. Just…thinking. That’s all.” He stared down at the floor for a moment. “There are always options. And choices, aren’t there?” He looked back up at Hope again. “And sometimes…you have to make a choice that maybe someone else doesn’t agree with…right?”
Jamison wandered across the main floor, dressed casually in jeans and a hoodie. Passing by all the people he recognized but didn’t know, he tried not to feel so out of place. It wasn’t easy, though. Finding both Kirk and Adison in one of the cubicles working, he slowed and leaned on the short doorway.
Seeing a shadow, Kirk glanced up before smiling. “Hey. Look who’s here. What’s up?”
Jamison shrugged. “Nothing much.” He glanced at Adison. “Although I turned in my letter of resignation to Barnes today.”
Kirk’s eyes widened. “Seriously? So you’re in, then? You wanna work here?”
Jamison nodded. He’d thought about it, prayed about it and stewed about it, and had finally decided that yes, he wanted to be a part of the Elite. His eyes drifted to Adison again. “Sure hope you were right about this.”
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