#Chapter7
/"Is that all Mr. Carrero?/" I finish my notes and push the pen in the top of the notebook with a sigh. Clammier now than ever.
/"I’d like a copy of the letter sent to my father’s email and I would like it if you would call me Jake! … Like I asked!/" He lifts his feet to his desk, swiveling his chair back to face it and regards me with a relaxed, smug look.
/"If that’s what you prefer?/" I’m not used to employers showing so little concern for titles, or who behave so casually. I’m more than a little disappointed in the laxness I’ve seen from both Margo and Jake so far. In the way they behave with each other and it has me a little at unease. Here he is, sitting with his feet on his thousand-dollar desk, like a lounging teenager and it kills the image I once had of him.
