Chapter 7
Scattered balls of crumpled-up papers were lying around my desk when I walked into the office. Didn't Brandy ever tire of acting like a child? If she had hobbies, she wouldn't have time to be evil.
I fished the phone out of my pocket and snapped a photo to save for later. Then I unfurled one of the balls to discover they were contracts that needed to be faxed this morning. I snapped another photo and spent the rest of my morning getting papers as straight as possible before faxing them.
Gerald set his coat on his chair's backrest, opened his bottom drawer, and placed his messenger bag inside before closing it. He surveyed the mess while finger-combing his combover. "She's at it already?"
"Probably happened after we left last Friday," I said.
He shook his head and took a seat
