“Cheers! Cheers!”

The sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the room. Faye, Bella, Mark, Sarah, and some of Philip’s staff were all seated around a long wooden table, plates half-filled and bottles already open.

“Faye, we’re not imposing, are we?” Bella asked, smiling warmly.

“No,” Faye said quickly, shaking her head. “You’ve all taken such good care of us. I should have set something up sooner.”

Sarah raised her glass. “I know! We worked so hard handling that last incident.” She pointed across the room. “And that man our CEO is still pouting instead of joining the fun!”

Everyone laughed as they turned to see Philip in the kitchen,...