Chapter 7

A few nearby coworkers perked up immediately. Their eyes flicked between us like they were waiting for a reality show to start.

I was about to toss back a comment in the same syrupy tone, something like, "Oh, Ms. Sutton, I'm sure your coffee smells divine. Too bad your jealousy's overpowering it."

But Jackson's cold voice cut in from the doorway. "Ms. Sutton, don't you have better things to do?"

Yvette froze mid-sip like someone had pressed pause. When she turned, her expression had flipped into something pitiful, her voice suddenly sugar-coated. "Mr. Zeller, I was joking wih Ms. Lott."