He hears my rustling and turns around from the mirror as he fixes his tie.
"Good morning, sunshine," he greets me, walking over to the bed to give me a kiss on the cheek.
"What time is it?" I ask him.
"Seven forty-five," he answers. "Or thereabout."
I groan, throwing back the covers. "Why didn't you wake me? No way I'm going to be able to get to work in time."
"You're the boss," he states. "Delegate responsibility to those who work for you. And sleep in a little."
"My poor assistant already has so much to do," I tell him and walk over to him to brush an imaginary lint from his jacket. "James."
"Hmm?"
"How about you did not go to see Jack."
"What?" He looks down at me.
"I don't think you should go to see Jack," I remark. "I think it's a bad idea, James. Jack cannot be trusted. What if he is trying to lure you to do something bad to you."
"Don't worry about it. I'll handle it."
