Constant Risk. Janie Crouch

way we come at him from, he’s already expecting it.”

      “Jeremy...” Penelope started.

      “It’s not impossible.” Bree hadn’t meant to cut off whatever Penelope had planned to tell mean Jeremy, but that had to be said.

      “What?” Jeremy stood up from behind his computer and took a slight step toward Bree, eyes narrowed. She immediately felt Tanner shift a little closer, ready to step in, not that she thought Jeremy was going to hurt her.

      She shrugged. “No offense—it’s not impossible.”

      “Really?” he scoffed. “You’ve been here less than five minutes, saw twenty-three seconds of footage, and now you just know everything?” He turned back to Penelope. “No offense, boss, but this is not the sort of help we need.”

      Bree wasn’t going to be cowed. Not about this. “Impossible is the term regular people use to make themselves feel safer about technology. To hide away from its fullest potential,” she said softly. “And I knew that long before I walked in here today.”

      She’d learned it the hardest way possible when she was just a teenager.

      Jeremy threw up his hands. “You think you can do better than we have? Be my guest.”

      A year ago, unable to read the interpersonal clues or tones, Bree would’ve thought that was an actual legitimate welcome to take over.

      She leaned over toward Tanner. “I don’t think he really meant that as an offer,” she whispered. “I think he feels threatened by me. But I just want to help.”

      Tanner nodded and gave her a small smile. “He’s frustrated. Everyone is. But they do want your help.”

      “Then I need everybody to get out of my way so I can get to work.” She knew others could hear her, but it was the truth.

      Jeremy let out a curse and a laugh.

      Penelope cleared her throat. “People, this is Bree Daniels.”

      There was a slight murmur as her name was recognized.

      “Yes, that Bree Daniels, who was responsible for bringing down Michael Jeter and the rest of the criminals hiding behind Communication For All,” Penelope continued. “I daresay she might have some ideas we haven’t thought of. So let’s give her some room to work.”

      Jeremy walked over to Penelope and began arguing about something, but Bree wasn’t paying any attention. She sat down in the seat Jeremy had vacated and pulled up what she needed on the system. It was time to go to work.

      Nothing was impossible when it came to her and computers.