Kent nods slowly, looking down at me, but his face doesn’t register any surprise. “All right,” he says, his voice even. “Where do we begin?”
I frown at this, a little – it’s almost as if he was expecting this.
“Why aren’t you more surprised by this?” I ask, pulling back a little. “Are you – do you have reasons to want to have a talk about Jerome too?”
Kent sighs and rolls his eyes a little. “I don’t – Jerome’s been nothing but loyal to me since the day I hired him. I just met Janeen in the hall on my way here – she briefed me. Don’t read into it too much, Fay.”
“Oh,” I say, tilting my head to the side, relief running through me. Because the last – the absolute last thing I want right now is to have any more reasons to suspect Jerome. But seriously – the way Jerome responded to the ide
