"Not interested!"
Carson Flores flatly rejected her, "Stop giving me those excuses. You Missy have plenty of time, but I, a little security guard, need to work to support my family. I don't have time to play with you."
"A little security guard?"
Camille Rhodes laughed so hard she leaned back, her chest heaving turbulently: "Can you stop pretending? Aren't you just trying to help your wife sort out the mess at the factory, infiltrating deep and undermining from within? Could it be that you plan to stay as a security guard forever?"
Carson Flores replied naturally, "If I'm not a security guard, what should I be, a manager, or perhaps a CEO? Could I even handle that? Besides, what's wrong with being a security guard? Going to work is so free, it's not boring, and I get to follow the rules, not having to please anyone."
Camille Rhodes stared at Carson Flores: "Are you serious?"
