CHAPTER 12
BRUCE
As soon as Lilly sashays out of the room, Angela states, “That one is different from the rest of your staff.”
“Oh?” I scratch Colossus’s apple-shaped head, and he closes his eyes in a blissed-out expression.
“She’s attractive,” Angela says. “Suspiciously so. And feisty—which I didn’t think you could tolerate.”
I scoff. “You’re just feeling defensive and lashing out.”
Angela originally bought the dog for herself. Then, after merely two weeks, she begged me to take him—and I couldn’t say no. That’s what she meant when she told Lilly that “life happens.”
Angela sighs theatrically. “You’re brutally honest, as usual. I wonder how Lilly feels about that.”
Not this s**t again. “Abraham Lincoln is revered for his honesty. Why am I always getting chided for mine?”
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