At 5 a.m. the next morning, Elliot's phone vibrated. He had received a text message.

It was not until two hours later that he woke up and saw the message from Chad.

[Sir, according to Mike, he's an expert hacker.]

[He's gay.]

[I'd like to take the day off, Sir.]

Elliot's brows furrowed as he read the three messages.

How did Chad manage to find out this much crucial information in the span of a night?

Mike was not someone who was easy to deal with.

He would not simply reveal personal details to a stranger for no reason.

At that thought, Elliot dialed Chad's number.

"Chad, how did you get all that information from Mike?"

Chad remained silent for two seconds, then said with a hint of exhaustion in his voice, "I was drinking with him last night. He told me after a few drinks."

"That's it?"

"Yes. Also, I had too much to drink, so I'd like to take the day off."

"Okay. Stay home and get some rest."

…

Chad's eyes were red at the end of the phone call.

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