Chapter Five
“You have to act quickly if you want to get this truce moving,” Dern said, looking at his phone intently, as if reading notes from it, although Gray felt pretty confident he was playing some sort of game.
“I told you, one of the original remaining members is spying for Armand. They’ll tell him my idea, even if no one else agrees with it.”
“Yeah, Grant really thinks it sucks.” Gray looked up at Dern, who looked abashed. “Sorry.”
He was on his lunch break, in the break room of Lionel’s shop, eating a sandwich that Dern brought over. Dern claimed he had made it himself but forgot to remove the receipt off the back of the wrapping.
“Sorry, boss, trying to impress you,” he had mumbled, blushing.
It sounded stupid but that tiny gesture pleased Gray. At least someone was trying
