Chapter 11 The Trap

• "Thanks for seeing me, Mr. Glover," Briar said softly as she slipped into the chair across from the temp agency manager's desk. Her fingers twisted together in her lap, betraying her nervousness. "I haven't had a new assignment in weeks… and I was wondering if there’s… a problem?"
• Mr. Glover glanced up from his paperwork, looking genuinely surprised. "No assignments at all? That doesn’t sound right."
• He adjusted his reading glasses and reached for the thick binder of schedules on his desk, flipping through the pages with quick, practiced motions. “We’ve had plenty of client requests lately.”