As it turns out, gossip is a delicacy with a delightful, lingering aftertaste—as long as it's not about you.
Melody Lynch shot her brother a look dripping with schadenfreude. 'Serves him right!' she thought. 'He was so smug earlier. Now you have to eat your words, don't you?'
'Why can't people learn to leave themselves an escape route? Her brother was still too naive, after all.'
They had lived together for over twenty years, after all. One look from Melody Lynch was all it took for Zane Lynch to guess what kind of snarky thoughts were brewing in her head.
His own temper started to rise. He was going to find out just what was wrong with this person and what kind of background they had to have slipped through his rigorous vetting process—a fish that got through the net!
'A corporate spy has infiltrated the company. Cousin, your security measures are way too lax!'
'A spy? He's actually a corporate spy?! Which rival company sent him?'
