She turned around numbly.
After putting her coffee back in her office, she finally headed to the president's office.
Charlie was standing sideways by the floor-to-ceiling windows, head bowed as he fiddled with his phone—it seemed he'd just finished a call.
Candice glanced at his neck. There was a Band-Aid on it.
She spoke calmly, “Mr. Clemens, do you need something?”
“I need you to accompany me to the hospital later.”
“…To get your rabies shot?”
Charlie paused mid-motion and turned to look at her. “What?”
Candice suppressed her irritation. “I heard you got bitten by a cat while taking a walk last night. Pardon the bluntness, but let me give you a word of advice—even if it didn't provoke you, if you don’t want to get bitten, maybe don’t... bully little kittens.”
Charlie stared at h
