Madison POV
“You wanted to talk to me?” Devon asked, looking at Madison. She could see beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead while he fumbled with his hands.
She internally sighed. Now that Ariana was back she didn’t have a use for him anymore.
“Devon, take a seat.” Madison gestured to the chair in front of her desk. She hated this part of the job.
“Now that Ariana has returned, I—” Madison was interrupted by Devon.
“You’re going to fire me, aren’t you?” Devon started tearing up again. He was such a handsome young man, if only he could control his emotions.
“Yes.” Madison couldn’t say anything else to ease the blow. “I’m sorry, Devon, but I don’t currently have a job opening that would suit you. Otherwise—”
“It’s okay.” Devon gave her a sad smile, “My father always said
