The moment Claire heard that old man say “late-night snack,” alarm bells started going off in her head like crazy.
Seeing him shooting subtle glances at someone, the warning signs in her mind lit up brighter than ever.
No way she was letting this snack happen.
She walked over, calm and collected on the outside, even though she was clearly on edge.
Standing beside Julian, she spoke up, “Mr. Archer, your nutritionist said strictly no food after 9:30. Let’s skip the night snack, yeah?”
Julian’s gaze softened, a faint light flickering in his usually deep, unreadable eyes. “Whatever you say.”
Gary’s face went a little dark. “Ms. Richards sure likes to take charge.”
Claire responded with a polite, corporate smile. “You’re too kind, Mr. Foster. I wouldn’t dare control our C
