Sam stared at Beatrice as she gave him the lowdown on what had been happening since he was away.
His mouth was practically wide open, while Beatrice ignored his expression as she rattled on.
Once done, she put down her notebook and looked at him.
He was still staring at her with his mouth open.
"This can't be happening," Sam muttered under his breath, pinching the space between his eyebrows.
"It's all yours now," Beatrice said with glee, "Good luck. I certainly don't envy you at all."
Sam groaned.
"Serves you right for taking more than the scheduled one month leave, you know," Beatrice said with a grin, "Perhaps, if you had been around, it might not have gotten to this stage?"
The fact that even if Sam had been around, nothing would have changed, didn't matter to Beatrice. She knew that Sam liked being in control and having everything going according to plan.
