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“You, too.” Draven gave a slight dip of his chin.

The kid flashed another confident grin. He walked out, and the door clicked shut. Blake stared at it a moment longer.

Five seconds passed, maybe six, before his teammate spoke up again.

“What the hell just happened?”

Blake dropped back in his chair. “Ask me in a minute. I’m still processing.”

“He asked about drug testing.”

“Yep.”

“In the middle of a job interview.”

“I mean . . . technically, it was at the end.”

Draven looked at him. “Really?”

“I was trying to find something positive to say.”

“The kid was talking drugs, Blake.”

Blake snorted. “Not the hard ones, at least.”

“Right. Thank God he clarified that for us.” Draven rolled his eyes.

Leaning back, Blake rubbed both hands over his face with a groan. “He was doing so well, too.”

“I know.” His teammate and friend nodded. “You want to know the scariest part?”

He looked at Draven. “Probably not, but go ahead and hit me.”

“These are the same people who will be running the world when you and I are old.”

“That’s terrifying.”

“Tell me about it.”

A beat later, Draven sat up and started gathering the small stack of other folders to his left. As he did, the team’s demolitions expert stuck her head into the room.

“So?” Gwen Winslow’s long blonde ponytail hung over one shoulder. “How was he?”

Draven sent him a look.

Gwen groaned. “That bad?”

“He was actually great,” Blake shared.

She frowned. “Then why do you both look so defeated?”

Beside him, Draven folded his bulky arms over his chest. “He asked if we do random drug testing.”

Their only female teammate considered this a moment and then shrugged. “Reasonable question, given the times.”

“But don’t worry.” Draven leaned forward and threw up a hand. “He doesn’t do heroin or coke.”

Gwen’s lips twitched. “He said that?”