67 Butting Heads (1/2)

Over the next few days, the mansion was flooded with what seemed like the whole hacking and tech team, who usually stayed in the computer room, but occasionally came out to grab some food or go to the washroom. I was pretty sure that something big was happening. Anthony no longer sat in his office as he didn't get the time to walk past the great hall and enter the room. People flocked to him to supply him with details of any new development or lack thereof. I, on the other hand, enjoyed watching him being in action. It was entertaining to be at his side constantly gathering the information I needed.

I hadn't left Anthony's side for the whole duration, apart from when we had to take care of personal business. He had avoided talking to me apart from when he needed me to look over important information. We had, in the beginning, been b.u.t.ting heads about everything. We were constantly bickering over every step of the plan.

[”Anthony, I think we should keep the field workers at bay, for now,” I suggested calmly as we went over files.

”Mia, I don't think that's a viable option.” And that was supposedly the end of the conversation.

”They will clearly do something to give our plans away. We can't risk it,” I said, aggravated by his blasé att.i.tude. He was being reckless, and I thought it was very unlike him. I was yet to understand if this was a ploy to do... something. He was a private man even when it came to the circle of people he supposedly trusted.

”We don't have the time to be slow.”

”We must make the time or else... This is Darcy we are talking about. He's been in the game as long as you, h.e.l.l, even longer. You might be making the same mistakes as he is making!” His eyes snapped up to mine and he looked furious.

”I understand that you appreciate the man and his lethal charisma, but you work for me. I would appreciate some level of confidence in me from you,” he deadpanned. He was beyond furious, I was led to believe and it was quite appropriate to the situation.

”I'm not underestimating you! I just want this mission to be perfect.” I sighed. ”At least, let them be inconspicuous. We spoke about this and agreed that going door to door and attracting the attention of civilians was dangerous-” his hand raised as he signaled me to stop. As if on reflex, I shut my mouth and grumbled to myself in my mind.

”No one is going door to door. We're just going to keep track of Darcy's men.” I huffed, realizing that there was no use trying to make him see sense. I went back to reading the file and didn't spare him a glance.

”Mia?” he called out my name. I looked up, not wanting to look as defiant or irritated as I felt. ”What do you think about this?” he leaned forward pointing at a specific s.p.a.ce on the file he was looking through. I scanned through it and looked up in a few moments.