Chapter 10
An email notification popped up on Charity’s screen. She stifled a squeal when she saw the sender—Jason O’Neal. Apparently, she didn’t stifle it well enough.
“What’s that?” said the irritated voice on the other end of the phone.
“Oh, sorry,” replied Charity. “A little spider just ran across my desk. Startled me. But as I was saying, sir, I cannot do anything about the body shop. If they say it’s going to take a month to get your car repaired, then that’s how long it’s going to take. There is nothing I can do to make them go any faster. We work with one other body shop in your city. If you’d like to try them and see if they can get your car repaired any sooner, you are more than welcome to take your car there.”
“Uh-huh, and how the hell am I supposed to get it there? The car
