"Mr. Lancaster, I'm one of those bottom-rung employees making minimum wage!" Ivy said quietly.

Ethan: "..."

"I understand," he replied.

Having had some drinks and being worked up over Freddy, Ivy didn't have the energy to argue with Ethan anymore. She just leaned back and closed her eyes, trying to sleep.

Ethan noticed the dark circles under her eyes, realizing she hadn't gotten her usual afternoon rest at the TV station.

He gently rubbed her wrist, ...