The office door flew open, kicked in from the outside.

Every head in the room whipped around.

The evening sun stretched my shadow long across the floor.

I swept my gaze over Hope on the big screen, then let it settle on Mr. Greyson's frozen face, phone still clutched in his hand.

A thin, mocking smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.

"Mr. Greyson. I hear you're calling the cops on me?"