Mr. Adair calls for me to enter when I knock on the door, and then he tells me to have a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. His friendly expression from the other night is gone, and I tell myself he might’ve been having a bad day as well.
So, I offer a smile and say, “I brought the will like you asked.”
“Mrs. Alderidge, have you been in contact with Mr. Montgomery?” Mr. Adair asks. His cold eyes find me, and I try my best not to shrink back in my chair.
“I just saw him,” I answer, confused. Why does he need to know? Does he need Ethan for something?
“Are you in contact with him now?” He asks again.
“Now?” I ask, glancing down at my phone. “Not at the moment, but I saw him two hours ago.”
Mr. Adair narrows his eyes a bit, rests his elbows on his desk, and steeples hi
