“Did he really offer to give you all the vendor refunds?” Paige asked.

“He tried,” I said.

“I told him no.”

“Good,” Paige said, crossing her arms tighter.

“Taking extra money from him would’ve given him a reason to keep calling you next month.”

“Dr.

Bennett has the official fifty-two-thousand-dollar salary contract ready for Monday morning at eight,” I said.

“You earned every bit of it,” Paige said with a short smile.