Chapter Sixteen It was the following afternoon before I heard back from Sir Edward. He apologized profusely, indicating he had inadvertently let the battery in his cell phone die and hadn’t noticed it until that morning. Heck, I could hardly be upset with him—who hadn’t done that? That was until he made a follow-up comment about firing the assistant who had failed to keep his phone fully charged. At my pregnant pause, he burst into laughter. “I seem to have pulled one over on you, Ms. Jackson,” he chortled in a heavy English accent. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I can be quite a naughty old devil.” I laughed lightly. “So your cell phone-charging assistant’s job is safe for another day?” “It’ll have to be. Otherwise, I’d be firing myself every other day. I have no assistant to manage my cell o