Brandy
When we got back home on Monday, Luther was waiting for us in my room.
"Where's Timmy?" I asked, instantly concerned.
"He's in his room, watching cartoons."
I looked back over my shoulder at Nate, confused as to why Luther would be here in the first place.
"We have some things to discuss. Please, close the door."
Nate did as asked and Luther didn't hesitate to get right down to business. "I know you've been using our resources, and yours," his gaze looked past me to pin Nate. "So, what are you working on that is so crucial that you can't fill the team in about it?"
Oh, dear lord, I was instantly sick to my stomach. I staggered over to my desk chair and took a seat. This was how I died. Father would find out what Nate and I had been doing and it would be over. I would be cut
