Sam pulled his sleeve free from Zoe’s grip and said sternly, “No gossiping during work hours, or I’ll dock your pay.”
“Come on, don’t do that! Making money isn’t easy!” Zoe whined, pouting playfully.
*
Emma entered Justin’s office, placing the documents on his desk. “Justin, these are from the sales director. He asked me to pass them to you.”
“Okay.” Justin took the documents and set them aside without even glancing at them.
Emma pulled up a chair and sat across from him, her tone soft with concern. “Justin, is something bothering you? You look upset. If you’re dealing with something tough at work, you can talk to me.”
She added gently, “I may not know if I can help, but at least I can listen and ease your worries.”
Her gentle, considerate demeanor and the fact that she was his lifesaver made her the perfect candidate for a wife—or so he had thought.
Justin stared at her for a long moment.
“It’s good that you’re here. I need to talk to you,” he said.
“What is it? You can ju