Eliana strolled out and spotted the gang, now huddled together like scared kittens, their faces no longer boasting that cocky vibe. Instead, they whispered, looking as if they'd been hit with bad news.

"Did we step on someone's toes? Why did we all get a warning at the same time?"

"Beats me. We didn't even mingle with the Wilkinson Group folks. What's Mr. Wilkinson mean by 'watch your mouths' anyway?"

"Who knows? Let's just zip it. Can't afford to rub anyone the wrong ...