“What about the project of the other time? How did it turn out?”

I breathe out, leaning my head against the window. “We failed. We came fourth, while Cassie's group came first. I’m yet to wrap my head around that.” I frown, remembering Mr. Freddie's act of corruption.

He doesn't comment, but his hand tightens around the steering wheel as he drives away.

I unlock my phone to distract myself.

Carlson's message in the private group chat of only five of us catches my attention. ...