“Oh yeah, I’m sure there are others, but I don’t know them.” Tracey’s mouth set in a grim line, she leaned in conspiratorially. “But the way that other bloke was talking, I’m starting to think it might be some sort of trade secret. The way he was talking, it was like either I was supposed to know already, or else I wasn’t meant to.”
Tracey nodded, thinking she had probably intrigued Oliver with this talk of – almost – secret societies. Of which she was obviously not part, but no matter; she knew it existed. Or something.
When she leaned back, Tracey brought her coffee up to her lips and took a healthy sip. “What about you, then? Interesting things going on?”