“What makes you think I care? I can ignore you.”

“Can you? I can be really invasive when I want to be, and we both know you hate distractions when working the floor. Besides, you cried when you thought I was dead. I know you care and you’re still here, so I have more leverage than I thought I did.” Smirking like a smug deviant, but I’m not caving that easily. Even if he is right.

“I cry when I break a nail, dahling. Really doesn’t hold much weight. And I’m only still here as I love my job and wasn’t really in the mood for a new start. It...