“I’m afraid she is not here today, “ The boy gave him an up-and-down look, stopping his gaze a bit too long on Devon’t bruises.
Who is this guy, anyway?
Devon thought.
Then it looked like the young man realized who Devon was and struggled very hard not to gasp or show he’d recognized Devon from the media.
“Where is she?”
Devon asked, and the boy fumbled with the papers he was carrying.
“Miss Fleming is away. “
“Away?”
“Uh… yes. Away?”
“Where?”
By now the tone of Devon’s voice had started to become irritated.
“She … she’s on holiday.”
That was strange, but Devon only tipped his head.
“Thanks.”
He was walking out and he could swear the boy looked relieved that Devon didn’t kick his ass.
“I wouldn’t kick anyone's ass in this place,”
Devon thought as he was walking toward
