CHARLES FOX.
I sent a message to Seth, telling him to take the entire week off as I wouldn’t need his assistance. Barely five minutes had passed when my phone rang—it was Seth, my beta.
“What is going on?” Seth asked the moment I answered.
“Nothing, I just won’t need your help this week,” I replied casually.
“Hmm. That’s not like you… feels like there’s something you are not telling me,” Seth said suspiciously.
“I just figured you could use a break from all the work stress. Take the week to recharge,” I suggested.
“This still feels suspicious,” he persisted.
Just then, I saw Ruby descending the stairs, her face etched with annoyance—a sight that inexplicably brought a smile to my lips.
“Have a great week,” I said, ending the call.
I quickly slipped back into my serious demeanor.
