The Waitress Who Helped a Broken Little Girl Without Knowing Her Father Was Watching

it toward her.

It slid across the desk.

She picked it up.

It felt too light.

“New distribution system,” he said. “Based on teamwork.”

“Teamwork,” she repeated.

“Yes.”

“Jessica left the building.”

“And you agreed to cover.”

There it was again.

The neat little circle.

No exit.

Darren turned back to his computer.

“You’re here Tuesday. Don’t be late.”

Tiana left without continue reading …