Chapter 49
Jonah“What have you done?” Dad boomed from the doorway.
I popped my head up from my computer and removed my headphones. Nanette hovered behind my father, mouthing, “I’m sorry.”
When I needed to focus, I closed his door, threw on some music, and sank into my work. Nanette would tell anyone who stopped by that I was absolutely not to be disturbed.
In the two hours since lunch, I accomplished nearly all I needed for the day, and I’d hoped to get out of the office early and do some Christmas shopping.
My cell phone flashed at me, indicating several messages—most of them from Shannon—and filling me with dread.
“What?”
Dad slammed the door behind him—right in my secretary’s face.
“Whatever your problem with me, you have no right to treat Nanette like that. Apologize when you l
