My work was important. I didn't want to have an inflated ego about myself, but I knew that statement to be true. My work was important…
And it was also going to piss a lot of people off.
The last thing that I wanted to happen was for someone to get into my lab, steal my research or my prototypes, and disappear. Not everything that was invented to help people turned out that way.
Just ask Einstein.
No, if someone got into my house to the point where the alarm was tripped, then I wanted them to stay inside of it. It wasn't a place where just anyone could come and go as they pleased.
Besides, I always remember where I hid the bodies.
"Are you hungry?" Damien asked, jerking me out of my thoughts. "Caleb has been cooking on the stove all day, and it smells incredible."
I was just about to answer him when my phone went off.
With a frown, I answered it.
