CHAPTER 17: If you want better results
Mr. Hargreeves stood in the doorway, shoulders hunched under his thick coat despite the mild morning. His face was blank, but his filmy eyes were locked on me, trailing to Jett, then down to my hand. I frowned, wondering what he was looking at.
I looked down, and realized that I was still gripping the shears tightly. I immediately set it down on the counter with a soft clatter, heat rising to my face.
I tried to pull on a smile. “Good day, Mr Hargreeves.”
“Well,” he said, his voice a gravelly rumble. “Seems I came at a bad time.”
More like he came at the right time. Who knows what I might have done with that pair of shears?
Jett, ever the chameleon, straightened his shirt and plastered on his most disarming smile. “Mr. Hargreeves! Good to see yo
