Chapter 23
Ms. Clara selected a pen from the cup on her desk with intense concentration while Baruch just sat there, arms crossed, poker faced.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I didn't even apologize at Ms. Clara's admonishing glance.
"I'll need your phone and laptop," she said, handing me the pen. "Your data will be transferred over to encrypted models." Ari had been given his first encrypted phone from Demon Club when he was fifteen. I knew how this worked.
I signed about ten times, my writing furious scrawls before I was calm enough to speak. "You mean you're going to track me. Glad to know I've earned that minimal protection."
"Enough." Baruch's quiet command defused the temper tantrum I wanted to throw.
Ari. Ari. Ari. I set the mantra to loop in my head. "The phone is upstairs in my bag. I'll bring in the laptop tomorrow."