Chapter Ninety-Eight

D ULCE , WILLEM, AND Robert walked into the office, but it was empty. The lights were on, but no one was home.

Robert frowned.

"Is this some weird sort of prank?" Robert asked.

"No," Dulce said, pushing past the hairy men in front of her. "Joseph called me. He was panicked. Said we needed to be here to keep New York from getting nuked."

"Okay, so he's pranking you," Robert said, turning to leave.

"Willem," Dulce said.

Willem's hand shot out, a blur, and snatched Robert's collar, yanking him back into the office.

"Joseph is here somewhere," Dulce said. "And the two of us are finding him. Go check your underground bunker place."

"You mean," Robert said, drawing on his full complement of sass, "the library?"

"I didn't know if we were allowed to say that, you know, around him." She pointed to Willem.

"Library?" Robert asked. "What the fuck would that do?"

"I don't know, I've never worked in the fucking office before. This place is all sorts of stupid as I see it."

"Well thanks for shitting all over my life's work. I'll just mosey to the YOU KNOW."

Robert yanked his shirt out of Willem's hand and stomped away.