I told you, I dont care about being Mrs. Hawthorne anymore.

Charlottes tone was calm as she meticulously returned the files she had been organizing back onto the shelves. If someone else wants it, you can give it to them.

Julians dark eyes flickered, unreadable. Charlotte, dont bite the hand that feeds you.

She didnt answer.

He started to say something else, but the sharp trill of his phone interrupted him. Glancing at the screen, he saw ...