Mike doesn’t believe a single word of her story. He call’s her bluff.Mike says, “You know what I think? I think you’re fucking liar, and that ...ou’re a fucking whore! I don’t believe any of that bullshit story you just made up. I think you’re a fucking cheater! So, what really happened, Cheryl? Huh?! Did you wait until I was gone on a trip, and just invite some black guy you met into my fucking apartment, and you fucked him raw? You fucking whore! I never want to see your white, trashy ass ever. I secretly started fingering my ass when I was in the shower. I enjoyed it, but I knew I wasn't ready for him.We normally locked the door when I would suck him, but we would sometimes forget. Every time we noticed the door wasn't locked, we realized we got lucky, since sometimes the other guys on the floor would walk in to get us to hang out with them. There were certain times of the day that that was pretty rare though. But just because it was rare, doesn't mean it won't happen.And then it did. ”The others laughed.Cassandra stepped forward, “Jonas, why don’t you join us for lunch.”“I don’t want to intrude on a business meeting.”“Nothing we’re going to discuss is secret, and this way if you’re interested in working for Air-Bytes, we’ll get a chance to learn a little about each other.”“You’re sure?”She nodded.On the short drive to the restaurant, Case discovered that instead of flying commercial, Vika had flown Cassandra up from Orange County, and Anastasia had borrowed ‘daddy’s jet’,. And got curios. Sheforgot about the coffee and got her purse and peeked inside. She found awallet which contained debit cards and an ID. She took everything out andlooked closely. There it was her Name. Last name and Birthday, still thesame, but her first names changed. She was now Emily CharlotteMcAllister. The buzzing of her phone brought her back into (the new)reality. She looked at it, it was her Mum. Jonah never really talked muchto his parents since he moved here. He needed the distance..