It’s such a baring, direct question, I can only deflect with another. “Has he said anything?” “Like what?” “Like, does he want me to—does he expect me to…Has he said anything?” He gives me a merciless look. “I am not an agony aunt.” I tilt my head. “You look like it, though.” “Get the fuck out of my office.” I step out to avoid the paperweight he’s eyeing.