Ms. Clara selected a pen from the cup on her desk with intense concentration while Baruch just sat there, arms crossed, poker faced.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I didn't even apologize at Ms. Clara's admonishing glance.

"I'll need your phone and laptop," she said, handing me the pen. "Your data will be transferred over to encrypted models." Ari had been given his first encrypted phone from Demon Club when he was fifteen. I knew how this worked.

I signed about ...