When Wyatt strolled back from his phone call, he was surprised to see that Mirabella was no longer in the living room. "Did Ms. Mirabella leave?" he asked, puzzled.
James barely glanced up from the surveillance feed on his computer before settling back into the couch without a word.
Curtis, having just heard his team's report that the scare was a false alarm, let out a sigh of relief and pinched the bridge of his nose. "All clear now," he announced.
"That's a relief," Wyatt said, visibly relaxing. "I thought we were on the brink of a disaster. Who knew Ms. Mirabella was such a computer whiz?"
He was genuinely impressed.
Turning to Curtis, Wyatt couldn't help but tease, "Hey, given Ms. Mirabella's speed and how she cracked that interference in three seconds, where do you think she'd rank on your hacker leaderboard?"
Curtis fell silent, deep in thought, before responding.
Wyatt nudged Curtis's leg with his foot, chuckling, "She’s got to be better than you, right?"
Curtis just gave him a look.
Wyatt, arms crossed, didn’t mind stirring the pot. "We owe Ms. Mirabella big time for stepping in. Not to be mean, but your world ranking at seven... seems a bit overrated. Maybe you need some extra classes?"
Curtis, expressionless, removed his earpiece and set it down on the glass coffee table with a snap, causing Wyatt to instinctively step back.
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