Morgan looked up at Mr. Frisk and let him see the apprehension in her eyes. “If it pleases you, Sir,” she said quickly.
He was taken aback a bit to be addressed so submissively. Until then they had been taking care of business, conversing as equals, but she had voluntarily resumed the role of a humble begging slave.
“Yes?”
“Perhaps you have another associate who has earned a reward today as well?” She let her eyes flicker over toward the accountant, who froze in the act of packing up his briefcase as the meaning of her words sank in.
Frisk’s perplexed frown lasted only a second. Then he burst out laughing.
Sarah said, “I think that is an excellent suggestion.”
Sarah and Morgan made brief eye contact, long enough for Sarah to let Morgan know that she had her back, and long enough for
