#Chapter439
The hunt
Ryan
We sat on the chopper as Frazier pulled out a laptop and started getting to work.
/"I assumed he was a baker?/" Brax asked.
Frazier’s head shot up.
/"Pastry chef./"
/"Is there a distinction?/"
/"Yes. It’s a huge contrast./"
Frazier hated when people referred to him as a baker. He considered his work art.
/"Okay. Let me get this straight. You love to cook, but you work in computer security,/" Brax said.
He pointed to me.
/"And you work in a bakery but love computers. Is something wrong with this picture?/"
/"No. I’m a psychiatrist, but I love to kick peoples’ asses. Any more useless questions?/" Jordan asked him.
He looked at Jordan, rolling his eyes. Jordan gets straight to the point, which Liam resembles in that attitude.
/"Are you girls done bitching about who does what?/" Chase asked.
We looked at him as Ace leaned back, seeing it unfold.
