I barely made it ten steps from Letty's mini weather disaster when my phone rang. Calvin's name flashed on the screen. I nearly declined it out of habit, but something in me hesitated.
"What do you want, Thompson?"
"We need to talk." His voice was tight, controlled. "About the Anderson project."
"There's nothing to discuss." I quickened my pace along the moonlit beach path.
"Lily, please." The use of my first name made me pause. "Five minutes."
I turned to find him already behind me, phone still at his ear. He looked different in the dim light – less the polished CEO, more the boy who'd made my university years hell. Though that boy had never worn tailored suits that probably cost more than my lab equipment.
"Fine. Five minutes." I hung up, crossing my arms.
"The Anderson project isn't what you think—"
