"Oh come on," I said. "You're not talking about that stupid bet, are you?"
But from the look on his face, that's exactly what he was thinking. He replied, "What doyouthink?"
Why lie?"I think you're horrible."
"Good."
I shook my head. "Why is that good?"
"Because we're not friends. I'm your boss."
What a crock.Even at the burger place, I'd been friends with my supervisor. Then again,she'dbeen a nice person – and not justsomeof the time either.
To Jack, I replied, "Not yet, you're not. I haven't signed anything."
"Yeah. But you will."
"Oh yeah?" I scoffed. "And why's that?"
"Because it's a good opportunity, and you know it." He gave me a tight smile. "And, like I said, I've got the opening."
If this were remotely funny – which it wasn't – I might've laughed in his face. "Yeah, but only because you just fired someone. The caller, the one who was crying – that was your assistant, right?"
"Not anymore."
I considered the events of the last twenty-four hours and tried to put them into context. "That call? It was about Imogen, wasn't it?"
"So that's your theory, huh?"
"Of course it is. I mean, it seems pretty obvious."
"All right. Let's hear it."
"Hear what?" I asked.
"Your theory."
I wanted to tell him to shove it. And yet, Iwascurious to know if my hunch was correct. "All right," I said. "Your assistant told Imogen that you were here, at Flynn's place. But you didn't want Imogen to know. And it made you angry."
"Not angry," he said. "Careful. There's a difference."
"Oh, please," I scoffed. "And you muststillbe angry if you can listen to someone cry like that and not care one single bit."
"Iwasn't the one listening. You were."
I was glaring now. "Was that a joke? If so, itwasn'tfunny."
As usual, he looked completely unashamed. "Eh, says you."
"I'm serious," I said. "How can you not care?"
His gaze met mine. "I care."
"Oh stop it. You do not."
"I care," he continued, "that she didn't follow clear instructions."
Talk about unreasonable."But Imogen must've lied to her."
