Emily's pov
The coffee table in Xavier's office was entirely covered in precariously balanced pizza boxes, topped with cheap beer and Coke cans. George and I had ordered takeaways when we realized that filing against Clayton was going to take all night and that we needed fuel to endure that. Everyone's choice had fallen on pizza.
I finished eating the last slice of my pepperoni pizza and placed my box on the dangerously inclined pile, fortunately managing not to cause a disaster, aka eternally ruining the precious carpet underneath the table. "All right," Henri said, stretching. "Tell me, guys". George, Franz, Rick, Xavier, and I looked at each other to de
