"Is Mr. Ford really firing me?" Vivian was in shock.

"Mr. Ford, let me explain—"

"Let me see him! Mr. Ford, Celeste is the real problem, not me! I've always been loyal. Why are you doing this to me?"

Below, Vivian's cries echoed sharply while Celeste smoothly spread bubbles over Nathaniel's tensed muscles.

The foam was soft under her fingers as she massaged his shoulders, moving down his arms.

"Mr. Ford, try to relax," Celeste murmured softly.

Nathaniel ...