A cool, indifferent voice called from across the aisle.
Candice snapped out of her thoughts.
She turned and met Charlie’s gaze—her face instantly flushed red.
His blunt sharpness was like a sword, piercing her suspended daydream and plunging her straight into a boiling pot of oil, scalding her inside and out until she had nowhere to hide.
“Sorry, it won’t happen again,” she said, lowering her head.
“It better not,” Charlie replied coldly and turned his gaze away.
Candice was thoroughly mortified.
Across from her, Jerry also looked awkward. He didn’t understand why the boss was in such a foul mood—Miss Hale was just a bit distracted. That hardly seemed like a big deal.
Given all that she had just gone through, how could anyone expect her to be totally unaffected?
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