"What are you doing?" Connor entered the room and threw a stack of money on the desk, where I was busy reading through a small stack of papers. "You look hard at work."
"Sorting through companies to call about the suspicious smell downstairs. What is this from?" With tentative hands, I picked up the stack and fingered through the bills.
"Our cut for letting dealers use our girls to sell." Connor closed his eyes and plopped down on the couch close to the wall a ways from my desk. He threw an arm over his eyes and sighed deeply, making me realise how tired her looked. He and Moira had been holding down the fort while I was gone and suddenly I come back acting worse than before. He needed a break.
"Babe, go home. Take the day off." I could handle things here on my own. There wasn't much to do so he could take the day off in confidence and let me do the work for once. After all, isn't that what managers are supposed to do?
"I can't do that, you might need me here."
