Walking over to her, I squat down so we’re almost at eye level. “I know you didn’t mean it, but it’s true. That’s what we, in the biz, call a double standard.”
“You… you’re right. I’m the worst.”
I have the intense urge to reach out and wrap her up in my arms, but I can’t because we’re essentially sitting in a fishbowl. Everyone in my department can see in here. “No you’re not. We all do it.”
Reaching out, I take Sky’s kennel. “I need to take her outside.”
She shakes her head. “I just took her. She’s also eaten her lunch and has drunk a bunch of water.” Reaching out, she touches Sky’s head. “She’s such a good girl.”
Fuck. This woman right here. She’s the entire package. Sweet, beautiful, kind, and smart as hell.
I could fall in love with her.
Just. Like. That.
Chapter Thirty
Alison
“So, this is it?”Graham says after reading my report. “This is all about Lindsay Barker.”
“No, I wouldn’t say it’s all about her. I’d say it’s about a number of people within the department who made some errors in judgment. Lindsay seemed to be the one who took the brunt of those errors.”
“So, Sam Ford steals fucking lunches? Don’t I pay him enough?”
“That’s between you and Sam. All I know is he’s dealing with large child support payments that are taken directly from his paycheck.”
“And that’s my fault?” Graham’s voice is getting more agitated.
“No. That’s all on Sam.”
“And Ben taking credit for Lindsay’s idea?”
“I don’t think he meant to. It just sort of snowballed.”
“Still. That’s bullshit. He should have manned up.”
I hate that expression. It’s sexist at its core. “He should have done the right thing, you mean.”
“No. I mean if he had balls, he would have given credit where credit is due.”
The balls analogy is even worse. “You’re being sexist.”
“Excuse me?” He leans forward. “Because I said ‘balls’?”
“Yes.”
“Fine,” he snaps as he sits back into his chair. “He should have done the right thing.”
“What about the claim of favoritism?”
“Sam again.” Graham shakes his head. “He’s got a drinking problem.”
He seems to want to give Sam the benefit of the doubt, but Ben, not so much. “And a favoritism problem.”
“Because she looks like his ex?” Graham chuckles. “I can relate to that.”
“None of this is funny, Mr. Morgan.”
