I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose, looking at the report in front of me before glancing at Jazz. Jazz has done the same thing, the papers landing in his lap while he tries, and fails, to hide a smile.
“You’re FirewallPrincess?” he manages while keeping a straight face. (
He leans on the arm of his seat, resting his chin in his palm. )
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