“He told her to ask whether you were working late Thursday.”

Michael stared at the red pen in Carla’s hand.

Travis was actively trying to keep tabs on where he went around the city.

“I’m sorry for the disruption,” Michael said.

“It won’t happen again.”

Carla started walking toward the copy room doors again.

“Keep your personal business entirely outside this building,” Carla said.

“The regional audit starts in six days, and I need you ready.”