Once Dylan and Logan’s voices were gone, I walked to Maria’s desk. She was standing, tidying up the pens and paperwork on her desk. She looked up when I got close.
“Oh hey! I was just about to come grab you for lunch,” she smiled at me. Then she frowned. “Have you been crying? What’s wrong?”
“I’ll explain over lunch. I have a plan for taking Peter down. Or, well, at least a plan that will hopefully help us get some dirt on him,” I said.
“Ooh, color me intrigued,” Maria said, raising an eyebrow.
“Let’s eat somewhere else today, I don’t want anyone…” I made a large boob gesture in front of my chest, “…overhearing us and ratting us out.”
“Elena?” Maria acted shocked. “She would never!”
We laughed.
“Let me just grab my phone an
