4
The sound of the elevator doors opening straightened Shyla up. The delight of the blue ocean beyond the windows enraptured her for a few seconds delaying her finding out the identity of their newest guest.
“What you doing in there, boy, making a mess?” Beeks’ voice came from behind her. He walked around to pull out a stool and sat down in front of her. “Where’s the food? Miss Bellamy?”
“Hmm?” she asked, dragging her attention away from the windows to look at the scowling lawyer. “Oh, I… I haven’t made any food, I… I haven’t been out.”
“There’s some food in here,” Fish said, going back to open the fridge up. “Might be able to make something… Score will be hungry when he wakes up… he’s always hungry when he wakes up.”
Shyla was still trying to figure out if she was fired or not. “Mr.
