Evie
The last place I expected to be was back in the boss’ office. He was pouring himself a cup of coffee, humming a small tune as he did so.
I sat quietly in my chair, my hands folded on my lap, as he headed back to his seat and took a long sip. He hadn’t mentioned what the meeting was for specifically, but I had an inkling that it was about what happened with Jasper.
With his free hand, he drummed his fingers on the desk and gave me a long stare.
I cleared my throat. “You wanted to see me, boss?”
“Yes, Evie.” He set down his mug and sat back in his chair. “It’s about what occurred the other day.”
“Oh, no.” I shifted in my seat. “I can explain. Timothy was-”
“-Is,” he cut me off, his eyes narrowing, “Still in business with you, correct?”
I wiped my sweaty palms on the sides
