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V looked up when the knock came, but didn’t have time to answer before Avery had opened the door. “What?”
He was mostly done with work for the day, but the clock showed 4.56 and he might as well be a dick. “You’re not off for another four minutes, Avery, and neither am I.”
This time, it was Avery’s time to roll his eyes. “In that case, I’d have the clock in my office checked, because it very clearly showed 5 when I left.” It wasn’t a lie, for once, not that it mattered much. “But whatever. I’ll go back to file that one extra statement away if you insist. But please know I expect you to be ready when I return.”
V sighed. “No, don’t worry about it, I just need to finish this here and get my coat.” He took the pile of statements he’d been sorting through and put them on the appropriate shelf. “This place really is a mess, I know Jon always complained about it, but I didn’t realise just how bad it was.”
He closed his laptop down and looked up at Avery. “Any plans? Where are we going?”
