My mind was still on Noah when I walked into the Pine Press lounge.
I was more interested in the fact that he was unable to find anything on me.
This had to be a mixture of my father and the system. Why else will information about me be so non-existent?
I had been a student and was in a few public records. I've spent most of my life in Crownsborough.
So, if he couldn't find out about me, there clearly was something extraordinary at play here.
I didn't know what to think of the background check. On one hand, I couldn't blame him and on the other, I had things to hide.
I guess it worked out pretty well.
My attention was pulled back to the present when one of my Pine Press acquaintances greeted me.
"Oh, hi." I greeted back. "I'm doing great. How are you?"
We exchanged pleasantries and I went on my way.
I looked up to the now familiar lounge. Club members occupied certain tables, discussing among themselves.
