JACK-EYE
Pulling the phone away from my ear, I stare at the screen to make sure I'm not hallucinating.
But no, the display is very clear, announcing I've been on the phone with contact "King Dumbass" for forty-seven seconds.
There's only one "King Dumbass" in my contact list, and he's thankfully oblivious to what I've named him. It changes every so often. For a few months he was Alpha Shitface, until Caine happened to see a message thread and asked who it was. Still can't remember what lie I pulled out of my ass that day, but it worked.
It's a perk of being best friends; you can name your boss whatever you want and probably survive when he finds out because he's so sick of your bullshit he'll just let it slide.
"I'm sorry, say that again, boss?"
Caine's irritation is palpable even in the slightly staticky silence. "I said we're putting together a forum to listen to their goddamn complaints."
Okay, that's what I thought he said.
"You are?"
"Yes."
"Without me?"
Sigh. "Yes."
