Pampered By The Assassin Family

the living room blinds, castin

out of bed. Now, Ava stood in the hallway, wearing a

incredibly proud of her work, befor

m. Cody sat cross-legged on the sofa, staring at a scram

him, trying to build

a said casually. "I never f

suddenly blurred. A sharp, rapid-fire

-clac

ody slammed the perfectly solved

elapsed: two point eight seconds." He stared dead into Ava's

er mouth formed a hard line. Th

sychopath, and walked down the hall toward Jerimiah's stu

en. The rapid clatter of a me

open quietly, want

ather chair, his back to the door. In front

left screen. The center screen displayed a

k, heavy hardcover b

itle aloud. "Advanced Server Farm The

flinched. It was a vi

k, his fingers instinctively hitting a hidden mechanical sw

voice belonged t

his facial muscles to relax into his usual,

left foot stomped down on a re

vanished, instantly replaced by bright, colorful

heavy book in his lap. "Wha

ushed his thick glasses up his no

e. "Servers get really hot. If I don't hide the heat signature,

truggling IT guy trying to save money on his electric bill

," Ava said, looking at h

old drop of sweat rolled down his spine. He let o