When Ryan heard Daemon steer the conversation away from the topic of the company, he sighed. But he didn't insist. Instead, he asked with a cheeky smile:
"Alright, we will talk about your project. But before that, are you not curious about how I found you and placed the car at your door?"
Daemon held back a sigh:
"Ryan, how old are you?"
The man let the sarcasm slide over him:
"Just 29, so I'm still young. Why?"
This time, Daemon let out the sigh he had been holding in:
"Sigh. You left the section for three years only, I doubt you've grown so rusty you couldn't find where I was. Not when I did nothing to hide."
"You are not fun."
"And you will never get Jenny like that."
"Are you serious?"
Daemon ignored his friend and changed the subject:
"The project, Ryan."
