“Michael.”
Her tone was soft, a faint blush on her cheeks that looked more like she was flustered than shy. “Your tie doesn’t really go with your suit today. You should probably switch it.”
Michael blinked, a little thrown off. He glanced down. “Yeah? You think so? Then what color would—”
He looked up. She was already gone.
He frowned, confused. Claire was acting... different today?
Back in her office, Claire stumbled slightly as her heel caught on the carpet, landing awkwardly in her chair.
She stared blankly ahead.
Michael’s words echoed in her head: "Kenneth only gives Mr. Archer those tonics for... stamina."
Which meant...
Yeah, Kenneth definitely knew.
She slumped back hard in her seat, like she just gave up on breathing.
But she didn’t get long to w
