CIAN
The study door opened. No knock. Just the sound of wood scraping against frame and then Ronan walked in waving a phone like he was holding a trophy.
I looked up from the cupcake. My eyes tracked the device in his hand. Black. Standard issue. Nothing special about it from the outside.
"Got what you asked for," Ronan said. He crossed the room in three strides and placed the phone on my desk. Right next to the cupcake.
I picked it up. Turned it over in my hands. The screen was dark. The case was worn at the edges. The evil witch had used this phone a lot. Carried it everywhere.
"Did you check it out?" I asked.
"It was passworded," Ronan said. He leaned against the desk. Arms crossed. "Could not get in without risking a wipe."
I nodded. That made sense. Anyone smart enough to be a traitor would be smart enough to lock their device.
"To technical it is."
I stood. Pushed my chair back. The wheels scraped against the floor.
