Chapter Thirteen
Beating the Clock
The worst enemy of the strategist is the clock. - Garry Kasparov
ELENA
“Lukas!” I call out. My voice stops him in his tracks.
He tears his way out of Foxx’s office when all conversation stops, but as soon as he hits the hallway, I’m on his heels. His muscular back is tense beneath his black sweater. I settle behind him and he waits… The rest of the people in the room begin to file out behind us.
Chris breezes by us without looking. Foxx glares over. Ana winks. Lukas and I wait until everyone passes us before saying anything else to each other. Their scrutiny makes me self-conscious. I keep my voice low even though everyone is gone.
“Lukas,” I whisper. “What the hell is going on?”
“You know… you can call me Griff the way everyone else does.” He d
