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That also explains why she’s here at the crack of dawn with an unusual request.
“How much would it cost?” she asks me, and I do the math in my head. I add up all the materials I would need, the time it would take me, and for good measure I add my sisters’ needs to the price.
Because why not?
When I finally say the price—which sounds insane coming from my mouth—she only nods.
“I can give you half now, and the other half when you’re done,” she says.
If all clients could be like her, it would make things so much easier for me.
At least Dad wouldn’t be able to spend the money when I need it to buy parts this way.
I stay as cool as I can—and don’t show that I’m ecstatic at the thought of what I’m going to be able to buy with all of that money—and answer her.
“It might take a while.”
“I’m prepared for that,” Cassiopé tells me. “Just talk to Angélique—not Elhyor. She’ll make sure you get every piece of information you need to build… Well, whatever you’ll build. And when you’re done, make sure it’s delivered to her again. She’ll know what to do.”
That sounds ominous.
“Also,” she adds. “No one can know. This must stay between Angélique, you, and me.”
Ominous as fuck.
Her coming at five thirty in the morning makes more sense now. She didn’t want anyone to see her here.
Not that anyone would easily guess what she ordered from me, anyway.
But it makes sense.
“No one will know,” I say with a nod.
Well, I don’t know who I would tell.
Dad would most likely find a way to spend the money, and I wouldn’t be able to produce the work. My sisters have never understood what my job entails. To be honest, I’m not even sure Dad really understands, either.
He tries, really, but my brain isn’t wired like most people and it’s hard for him—for them to follow.
Why? Because he repairs electronic stuff. I built my first artificial intelligence at twelve in the back of my room with scraps, bits, and pieces.
Now, Milton is my best friend.
I accompany Cassiopé to the door, and I’ve barely opened it before she turns to her bat form, leaving her clothes at my doorstep, and disappears into the morning sky.
I wish it was this easy for me to fly away and disappear.
But I’ve got people to take care of, and if I’m not here to do so, I can’t trust Dad to pick up the slack.
But now I might be able to do more.
I need to build a portable faraday cage and save a man—I think—but first; I need breakfast.
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This is stupid and so freaking boring.
