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Warner doesn’t miss a thing. He clears his throat a little
too loudly. He laughs with no humor as he cuts into the
meat on his plate. “Do I have to get Kent to do all my work
for me?”
“Excuse me?”
“It seems he’s the only one you’ll listen to.” His tone is
breezy but his jaw is unmistakably set. He turns to Adam.
“I’m surprised you didn’t tell her to change her clothes like I
asked you to.”
Adam sits up straighter. “I did, sir.”
“I like my clothes,” I tell him. I’d like to punch you in the
eye, is what I don’t tell him.
Warner’s smile slides back into place. “No one asked what
you like, love. Now eat. I need you to look your best when
you stand beside me.”