Chapter 388

When Connor Finch walked in, this was the scene he stumbled upon. It wasn’t like this just a minute ago—things actually seemed alright earlier, didn’t they? This morning, Broderick Ackerley still looked all sunshine and good vibes. So what the hell happened now? Connor was pretty sure—it had to be because of Leslie Green. Their boss was usually the king of emotional icebergs. Almost nothing could crack that calm on his face. But Leslie? She could always make him lose that cool. Connor hesitated for a second, not sure if speaking up would put him in the line of fire, when Broderick suddenly stood up. "Hand me the car keys." "Uh, sure." Connor always carried the keys on him. You never knew when Broderick would suddenly decide to leave. He wasn’t just Broderick’s assistant—he was also his bodyguard. Don’t be fooled by how mild-mannered Oliver and he looked. Both of them could actually throw down pretty well. "Where to, sir? I can drive you." Connor kind of felt like one of those all-purpo