Chapter 6

Victors

No.

I can’t have this.

I won’t.

I refuse to.

“Savannah Suarez, what are you wearing?” I ask her as soon as she tries to take her seat, revealing even more cleavage, although understandably unintentionally.

“Good morning to you too, si… Victors. Gosh, this is hard. Can’t I just call you sir?” she responds in her usual cheery way, like she’s unaware of the atrocity she’s committing.

“No, you can’t, and you answer my questions when I ask. What the hell are you wearing?” I keep my eyes slightly away from her as we speak, looking just over her shoulder and at the printer behind her. I don’t need to excite myself further.

She gives herself a once-over like she didn’t do three thousand times in the mirror before coming here. “I dunno the brand, but I’m guessing Louis Vuitton. They always get the most daring casual designs.” She grins.

I can think more clearly now that she is settled. When she was moving, I could almost ma