“What’s on your agenda today?” Joe asked when they got to the agency, hanging his jacket over the back of his chair. “Is there anything you need me to do other than sitting here looking pretty while I answer the phone?” He mimicked an actress he’d seen in an old movie, patting his hair and miming putting on lipstick.
Derek rolled his eyes. “Go for a qualified male assistant, okay? Let me check my schedule and messages. I have to stop by Ms. Wiley’s shop to make certain she’s got the hang of checking the videos from the cameras I set up last week.”
“How hard can that be?” Joe asked.
“She’s an older lady who’s not all that tech savvy.”
“Enough said.” Joe drummed his fingers on his desk. “You know, if you could afford another computer, I could do things like making out bills for your clie
