“I don’t like anyone I don’t know.”
“Do you like Blake?”
“Mr Benson is a benevolent boss—”
“So you know him.” I cut in and sat on one of her chairs. “Huh. Didn’t really peg you for the biker type, with how prim and proper you look—”
“What can I do for you?”
She wanted me out of her office. No. This building. I could see it in the way she stared at me like my presence alone was disrupting her whole life. Just like a certain someone. “My Father found a dead pheasant at our gate. We don’t usually find it around those parts. I’m just here to tell your boss that I’m not interested in his f*****g gifts, okay? He’s weird—”
“You don’t know if he’s the one who put them there.”
I looked at her. “What?”
“You seem to think that everything revolves around you, Remus Calloway, but it doesn’t,” M
