No sooner had that employee left than the door was pushed open once again.
Without even lifting up her head, Yvette Larson simply said, "Get out. Didn't I tell you to just report the costs to me? I'll reimburse you for it, so don't bother me anymore."
Finn Taylor stood at the door, confused. "Huh? It's me."
He had traveled a long way back from San Diego, only to receive such treatment.
Feeling that something was amiss, Yvette Larson finally raised her head to see that it was her husband at the door.
He walked up, shutting the door behind him. "What's going on?"
