“Jerry.”
Her voice was soft as she called his name, her pretty, rosy cheeks tinged with an unnatural flush. “Your tie doesn’t really match your suit today… you might want to change it.”
Jerry was momentarily distracted by her comment and looked down. “Really? It doesn’t? Then what color do you think would—”
When he looked back up, she was already gone.
He frowned in confusion. What’s up with Candice today? She’s acting weird.
Candice returned to her office.
As she was walking toward her chair, her high heel snagged slightly on the carpet, making her stumble and land crookedly in the chair.
She stared blankly ahead.
Jerry’s voice still echoed in her ears: “Jim made the president a full meal of aphrodisiacs.”
So that means…
Jim knew. Knew knew.
She slumped backward in her chair, collapsing into it like a dead fis
