Chapter 192

When Connor walked in, he couldn't help noticing something... unusual. Mr. Broderick-famous for being a workaholic-was just sitting there, seemingly zoning out? His face was doing that weird thing-changing expressions every few seconds. One minute moody, next minute smiling, then suddenly looking deep or oddly cheerful. He honestly looked like some teenage boy crushing hard. Connor cleared his throat. "Sir." Broderick suddenly snapped out of it, eyes narrowing, slight annoyance flashing across his face. "When did you come in?" No matter how long he'd worked for Broderick, knocking before entering was a must. Always. Connor pointed at the door. "Sir, I did knock before coming in." Broderick had clearly been so lost in thought, he hadn't heard a thing. Pulling himself together, Broderick's expression quickly shifted back to his usual cold and unreadable self. "What's the matter?" Connor stepped forward and handed him the file. ***** Ackerley Estate Walter had just taken his meds. Leslie