#Chapter 318 He Doesn’t Play

I contemplated texting Findlay to ask him to meet me somewhere, but I decided to go to The Association to lure him out in case the faction could intercept his messages. After Amy agreed to help me, I picked her up at the manor, and we drove to The Association Complex and parked in a lot near the front of the main entrance. At the door, I saw Rodney Wells, the head of the complex security, speaking with another security guard. “Just go with whatever I say,” I told Amy. “Although this guy gives me bad vibes, I’m going to ask him for help. I don’t want to seem like I suspect anything.” “Don’t worry,” Amy said. “I’ll follow your lead.” I took a deep breath, and we walked over to the security guards. “Hi,” I said with a faux giggle. “Rodney, right?” He tapped his name tag. “Oh, yeah.” I giggled again. “I was hoping you could help us. I need to talk to Victor’s personal assistant, Findlay, without Victor knowing about it.” Rodney’s eyes narrowed. “Why?” The suspici