Teddybear

"Got it."

"O...kay."

"Great. And a safe couldn't accomplish the same goal because...?"

She huffed a laugh. "I mean, why does the video game controller need to be gaurded? Why is it special?"

"If I may be blunt, why is it necessary to hire two people to stare at a video game controller for a week?"

"Right." She was almost disturbed at the implication that he 'vibed' with her.

(to clear the bad vibes, look at the kitten in the spoiler. Her name is Jasmine) ( ) "So you have done no vetting?"

(do not speak the name of the devil unless you wish to summon him to your sharpest but most shitty guillotine) She winced. "Where did you find the person I'm ...

So he didn't do any googling. "Carlson Ringly." Maybe he wouldn't know who that was. Unlikely, but possible. (Think b*zos level of well-known. Just a really, exorbitantly rich guy)

"If I leave it behind my dad will have the whole city searching for me," she said apologetically, embarrassment tinging her voice.

"I see." Her phone buzzed again. She sent it to voicemail without checking who it was.

She followed him. "Yes, of course."

That could be complicated, if she ever had to stop anyone from coming near it. She nodded her understanding. There was probably something he was leaving out, but she'd deal ...

She nodded, remembering, in the moment, that this was a job. "Is there anything I should know about what that is and why it should be guarded?" she asked.

Queenie looked around. This guy was more childish and extravagant than anyone she'd ever had the displeasure of meeting. "Right."