Fred’s frantic question made his tongue twist as he avoided meeting Bethany’s piercing gaze. She stood firm, arms crossed, waiting for an answer.

A smirk tugged at Fred’s lips, curling into a sly, almost triumphant smile. “If you ask me,” he said slowly, “he’s too uncomfortable to give you back.”

Bethany’s patience snapped. “Could you stop it, Fred? This isn’t something to discuss outside the company walls!”

But Bethany wasn’t ready to back down. She straightened her posture and replied, “He can answer here. He’s not afraid to face you, and he’ll accept the partnership offer.”

Fred scoffed, leaning against his car. “Oh, sure. The girlfriend speaks for him now?...