Chapter Twenty-Four
SYLVIEI’m having a good time. I’m having a good time, I insist inwardly as I force myself to laugh at yet another of Glen’s lazy student jokes.
But then the laughter dies in my throat, and not just because I find his mostly student-targeted jokes anything but funny.
Following my gaze, Glen says, “That’s Holt Calson, the CEO of Cal-Mart, right? Do you know him?”
“Yes, he is my…ah, boss.”
Glen’s eyes widen. “Holt Calson is your boss?”
“Yes,” I answer, noticing that not one, but two of the wait staff rush over to a newly empty table by ours and frantically start clearing it off.
There is also a man with a heavy paunch at the restaurant’s front door. He is either the manager or the owner because he flips the black, white, and red door sign from “open” to “closed” bef
