“Everything good?” She asked.
“Everything’s good.” I said.
The lie came easily.
For the next several hours, I worked normally, and Ben stayed nearby while Aiden moved between different jobs.
Paige spent most of the morning handling customers and checking invoices, while Mia kept the office organized.
Nothing happened. Nothing that I could use.
By early afternoon, Paige stepped into the office with a folder under her arm.
I noticed the door remained slightly open and I kept working, but I watched through the reflection in a nearby cabinet.
Paige placed the folder on her desk, then reached for another stack of paperwork.
A customer had apparently called about an old repair record, and she was searching through the files while talking quietly to Mia.
I needed to know what was inside
