“I get that he’s ‘Voyager Travel’s most eligible bachelor and the reason we come to work every day.’” Their words. Not mine. “But”—I point at Taryn, who’s chomping to get in on this conversation, but I’m not finished—“he’s still the worst human that ever existed. Maybe he’s not human. It wouldn’t surprise me if he were the devil himself. That’s how bad he is.” Shelly’s eyes widen in horror. “I know, I know. It’s blasphemy to suggest the ‘office hunk’ is Satan’s spawn, but there’s no other conclusion.
