Fox shuts the door behind him and pulls out his phone. Whatever he sees there makes one of his eyes twitch, then he looks up at me, face clear of emotions. “Want a job?” he asks, like maybe he’s not sure if this is a good idea or not. I huff and roll my eyes, putting my fist on my hip. Obviously I need a job. I lost the last one because of him. Not that I blame him. I roll my hand, indicating for him to go on. Fox almost smiles again. “Don’t sass me,” he teases, but immediately drops that tone in favor of what I decide is his professional one. “The job is called Harbinger. You announce my
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