"Yes, sir."
Clack.
Jonathan tossed his phone onto the table in front of him, his face a mix of emotions. He knew Penny or Zoren would make a move—but not this fast.
"Who?" he wondered aloud. "Is it Penelope, or Zoren?"
Did it matter?
He shook his head, dismissing the thought. It didn't matter. Whoever had made the move didn't change the fact that Jonathan was still in the clear.
"Good thing I was careful this time," he whispered, imagining what could've happened if he hadn't been prepared.
In his first life, Jonathan had fallen because he'd been complacent. That would not happen again. He'd poked Penny once, and she had returned it ten times worse. He'd tested the waters, and Penny had shown him that testing them wouldn't just cause ripples—it would cause a tsunami.
Slowly, Jonathan leaned back and rocked his head. "They're not the only ones who came back wiser," he murmured. "I, too, have prepared for this all my life."
He wouldn't fall that easily.
