Chapter 89

Jocelyn couldn't believe her ears. Her eyes were wide as grapes, frozen in place. Gary's cheek gave a twitch. Wasn’t this guy known for being all gentlemanly? Shouldn’t he, at the very least, offer her a chair? Even if he didn’t let her sit on his lap, dragging over a seat wouldn't kill him, right? Letting her squat like a dog? Seriously? The whole room fell awkwardly silent. It was like a play where one actor suddenly went totally off-script, leaving everyone else stumbling with their lines. Claire thought, “Yep, still my boss alright. Cuts deep as ever.” A quiet sigh of relief escaped her. For a second there, she actually thought he'd taken a real interest in the girl. Honestly, if he’d actually accepted her, as his secretary, there wouldn't be much for her to do beyond mourn his self-control and brace for the fallout of Foster’s scheme. At that point, she could only go with the flow. Jocelyn was still standing, visibly shaky on her feet. “Ms. Taylor, get Jocelyn a chair,” Gary snapp