Chapter 38 Making a Midnight Snack

The sleek Porsche sped away like an arrow. Mr. Russell was sweating bullets. "Miss Weber, I didn’t say anything wrong, did I?" Cora folded her hands, her expression dark. "Don’t worry. If Mr. Oconnor asks about this again, stick to your answer. He’s always fair and impartial." "I understand that," Mr. Russell replied uneasily. "But it seems like there’s something between Callie and Mr. Oconnor..." "There isn’t!" Cora interrupted sharply. "Mr. Oconnor focuses on work, not personal feelings. Stop imagining things." She could glimpse the truth and pretend nothing happened, but she wouldn't let anyone else in Oconnor Group know about Nelson and Callie's relationship. "Alright..." Tomorrow was the weekend, and Callie wasn’t in a hurry to go to bed. She spent time in the kitchen with Nancy, making snacks. Nancy nodded approvingly. "Mrs. Oconnor, you’re quite the cook. Your skills are excellent." Callie beamed with pride. "I didn’t have much when I grew up. I often went hungry, so I