**Cardwell industries**

"What's that?" Ava's asked suspiciously as she watched Dean make small laughing noises, his head full of golden curls trembling in what she assumed was amusement.

They were in her state of the art office at Cardwell headquarters, he was supposed to be helping her organize documents for an ongoing deal, but there he was, cackling at his phone.

"What are you doing?" She asked again, this time impatiently.

"Huh?" Dean's head raised slowly from his phone, ...