Charles kept looking at me through the rearview mirror. His eyes would dart back to the road, then return to study my face. It was starting to get on my nerves.
I tried to focus on the city passing by outside the window, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the break room. The way Jack had cornered Evelyn, the disgusting things he'd said about her.
I should have done more than just tell him to leave. I should have fired him on the spot. But something had held me back. Maybe it was the professional side of me, or maybe it was the way Evelyn had looked at me afterward.
Like she expected me to defend her.
Like she wanted me to care.
Charles's eyes found mine in the mirror again. This time I couldn't ignore it.
"Just spit it out, Charles."
He cleared his throat. "Where exactly are we g
