“What?!” I hit the brake too hard and screech to a stop, yards before the stop sign ahead of me. “What the hell?!” “Calm your tits, old man. I’m going in undercover.” I ignore the tits and the old man comments and move right to the last word. “Under. Cover.” “Yep. Figured it was the perfect way to get some hands-on experience with guys that’ll treat me as just another worker. And it’s good to see how other people do things.” “But… Did you put Axel’s on your resume? Didn’t that tip them off?” He snorts, “Lots of people have worked for you. And I have Mom’s last name so even if they happen to
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