A sly grin curled Randy's lips as he challenged Sandra, "Little sis-in-law" (referring to her as Jackie's wife), "Can't I just call you over for no reason?"
Spotting Mr. Dereion's assistant nearby, Randy hooked a finger lazily. "You—chair. Now."
"What's your angle, Randy?" Sandra stepped closer, eyes flashing. "This is a working set. I should keep my distance."
Jackie's fingers tensed around his script. His gaze sliced through the space between them. "Sit when you're told. Do you really think distance changes what's between us?"
As Bernarr placed a chair down, Randy shooed him away. "Beat it. Adults are talking."
"Right away!" Bernarr shot Sandra a quick thumbs-up before retreating.
"Park it, sis."
Sandra sat stiffly. "Well?"
Randy's smirk widened as he glanced at Jackie. "Why trad
