“Your keycard still works,” Daniel said.

“But the security guards have orders to take you to Aaron if you show up.

He’s making sure nobody talks to you alone.

He sent a memo to the whole floor.”

I looked at the plastic lid on my cup.

The small drinking hole was slightly off center, leaking a brown drop onto the plastic.

“The VP chat is talking about me,” I said.

Daniel pushed his glasses up his nose again.