POV: Marianne Reed
The shrill sound of my phone broke the silence of the morning. I frowned when I saw the caller ID flashing across the screen: Agent Bent.
Of course.
I let it ring once… twice… three times. On the fourth, I sighed and swiped to answer.
“Why are you calling me, Bent?” My tone was sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care.
On the other end, I heard a chuckle. “Hello to you too.”
“I don’t have time for pleasantries,” I snapped. “Why are you calling my phone?”
“Relax, girl,” Bent said, dragging the word out as if that would calm me. “The higher ups want to see you. They asked me to call. Be here by 12 sharp. You know how they are with time.”
My chest tightened. “Why do they want to see me? For goodness’ sake, they put all the blame on me and fired me. I don’t want to
