"What sort of rules? And does everyone have these rules?"
"No."
"So, just me?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Because we work closely together?" There was a strange look on her face that he couldn't read. And he didn't like that. What was she thinking? "And you were worried about me. I don't really understand it. I thought you were upset because you were paying me and I disappeared. That I would understand. My old boss would have yelled. He likely would've fired me. But I don't think you're going to fire me."
Even though she sounded like she was speaking to him, it was more like she was talking to herself. She tilted her head to the side. "I don't like rules." She pouted.
"You need rules," Gomez told her.
"What are these rules?" she asked.
"If you need to leave work, then you call or text me.
