Miller, the chairman of the board, is another.
I’ve never seen Harris as a threat, but I can’t shake the feeling that there’s bad blood between him and Grey.
I’m curious as hell now.
“About time,” a familiar voice says.
I glance up, stopping right outside the door.
Dutch, Sol and Finn are waiting for me in the hallway.
My twin is leaning against the lockers, face dark and features hard. Sol has his eyes trained on me. Finn looks impatient.
“What are you guys doing?” I ask. “Weren’t you in the practice room?”
“We thought you might need backup,” Dutch says.
Sol frowns. “That was rude of you.”
My eyebrows hike.
“Going after Harris without me,” he finishes.
I stalk down the hallway.
The three of them follow.
Finn catches up to me first. “What was that about?”
“Honestly? I’m still trying to figure it out.”
“You ditched practice and ran at a breakneck speed to confront Harris for the hell of it?” Dutch scowls.
“That’s not what I meant,” I snap.
“He had a reason,” Sol says.
“Of course he had a reason. I’m asking if he was successful or not.”
“Grey took care of her own business.”
Finn looks at me. “So they didn’t fire her?”
“No.”
Dutch purses his lips.
Sol smiles.
Finn just looks bored.
“But that’s not for lack of trying. She had to pull the step-brother card.”
Sol whistles low.
Dutch quirks a brow, impressed.
Finn slips a hand in his pocket. “She must have been desperate.”