“I work for an organization that utilizes chip implants for commerce. You’ll get one after a trial period if you choose to remain in my employ.” Well, that’s not a conspiracy theorist’s wet dream. Nope. Not at all. I give Fox an exaggerated side-eye and shake my head. “Just because you’re paranoid, doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you,” he teases me as I lace my fingers through his.
