“My, my, who do we have here?” “Excuse me?” Nicole asks incredulously. “Knox,” I call his name with a coolness I don’t feel. He gives me a mischievous grin. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your new…blonde assistant?” I don’t miss the way the fucker emphasizes the word “blonde” and I’m about to use his tactics about “how to get away with murder” against him.
