Dara had a shock the next morning.
"Hi!" Gav was slouched at the wheelchair. His legs were stretched with his feet on the doorjamb. He was staring at his black shoes when she opened the door.
Gav looked up at her face. "Grandpa said you..." He suspended the next word deliberately. He was watching her reaction.
Dara paled and her heart jumped to her throat. Her breathing stopped while she stared back at him.
"Worked for me..."
"Y-yes... sir..." Dara inhaled slowly.
"What happened to Lot?" His forefinger stroked his strong jaw. "Did Grandpa transfer him to another position?" There was steel in the soft voice.
"Um, Sir Lot is still in your office, sir..." she replied in a low tone.
"Ahh, okay..." Gav drawled while watching his fingers forming a steep triangle. "I'm wondering... why di
