"Saturday," he continued, turning back to his files like the matter was already resolved. "Noella will take you shopping. Have something appropriate by Monday."
The relief that moved through me lasted exactly one second.
"I—" I swallowed. "Mr. Stark, I don't — I'm not really in a position right now to—"
"To what?"
"To afford—" God, this was humiliating. I pressed through it. "New clothes. A full wardrobe. I just — financially, at the moment, I can't—"
He looked up, and I couldn't even decipher his expression.
"The cost will be deducted from your salary," he said. "Incrementally. You'll pay it back over time."
"That's—" I stopped.
"That's what, Miss Harry."
"Nothing," I said quietly. "Thank you, sir."
He held my gaze for one beat longer than necessary.
Then he slid a file across
