“Excuse me?” “She fetched my coffee without a retort.” “And?” “Without a word, Ezekiel.” “Wouldn’t you call that… progress, sir?” “Progress?” “Miss Jones is acclimating to her position as your second assistant. Why are we discussing the matter like it’s a problem?” “You’re right.” I shake my head. “Forget I said anything.” Ezekiel gives me a long look. “Anything else, sir?”
