Candice gave a perfectly standard smile. “Of course not. Got it.”
Jerry also replied, “No problem.”
As if their opinions mattered at all. Charlie always did as he pleased.
Charlie’s eyes darkened slightly, his gaze lingering for a moment on Candice’s smile—one that looked natural at first glance, but was stiff around the edges, betraying how fake it was.
After a pause, he waved a hand. “You can both leave.”
Candice and Jerry turned to go. Just as they reached the door, Charlie added, “We’re working late tonight. Jerry, order dinner. Miss Hale, bring your laptop to my office in a bit.”
Candice and Jerry: “…”
Is this chicken-blood-fueled day not over yet?
They wondered if Morton had gone home already—maybe they could ask him for a fast-acting heart pill.
Outside the office, Jerry wh
