Malcolm's mouth twitched slightly. "Fine."
He was thinking to himself, 'This guy's practically begging the Hacker Alliance to fleece him.'
"That settles it. You can take off now; no point hanging around here," Harold remarked, pushing open the car door and climbing out while gesturing for Malcolm to leave.
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Phoebe's POV
A short while later, fresh from the shower and dressed in clean clothes, I was about to head over to Harold's room to get him settled for the night when my phone buzzed with that distinctive ringtone reserved for Hacker Alliance calls. Puzzled, I picked up. "Roy?"
Roy sounded equally bewildered. "Eden, we just got a client request and need to run something by you."
"Run what by me?" I asked.
"Here's the deal—a short while ago, that Clearwater heir you know put in a premium request with the Hacker Alliance," Roy explained, his tone somewhat baffled. "He wants us to dig up everything about your erased Heather records."
I was stunned and completely lost.
