Chapter 145

• Jack’s face shifted from surprised to confused, as if Mariam had just suggested something outrageous. He let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his head. “Fire Tasha? Seriously. Has it gotten to that?”
• Mariam, arms crossed, was in no mood for his deflection. She raised an eyebrow, her voice cold and sharp. “Yes, of course.”
• Jack’s expression softened as he sighed, placing his cup of coffee down on the table. “Mariam, it was all a mistake. It hasn’t gotten to firing her.”