Cesare

“Well, I hope you’re happy. You got your way,” Dante says as he slams into my office.

I sigh. Happy? What’s that emotion like again? Rubbing my eyes, I look up from the contract to find him wearing the carpet in front of my desk. He’s picking at the edge of the cast on his left wrist. “I’m not a mind reader. Care to explain what you’re bitching about now?”

“Adika came into my office before she left today and gave her notice. Her two weeks’ notice. She says she already has her replacement in mind if I want her to select someone.”

The words slam into me like...