#opp:tamara

Abel stared down his nose at the girl from which the sentence had come. “I don’t do the overnight gig, and I certainly don’t do sick days. If you require a caretaker, I can send one of my staff over.” It was an imperial declaration, delivered with a raised brow and just the hint of sympathy to lessen the blow. He had standards, after all. “I think I’ve been more than generous with you, Tamara, given the current state of affairs. Anything more and you may consider taking advantage of my good heart. I’ll check on you in the morning.”

"You say that as if it’s an actual option."