Chapter Twenty-Seven
CHERISH SHOVED HER phone into her purse, closed the final file folder, and shoved herself away from her desk. This day was over, and she was more than happy to see it go. As she stood, however, she realized the day was not completely over. She stood at the edge of her desk, adjusting her purse on her shoulder, as Mary Overton stepped into her doorway, arms crossed over her chest, looking as if she had a corncob shoved deep up her ass. What Bernie saw in the woman, Cherish would never know.
Cherish sucked in a deep breath as she paused, waiting to hear what had brought the grump of a woman to her door. “Is there something I can help you with?” Cherish asked.
Mary glanced over the room, scowling as she took in the changes Cherish made to the small office. “I see you’v
