“Which goes to show how little you know. You don’t have any rights in this situation.”
“I’m your driver, not a robot. I can talk if I want to—”
“Now is not the time to hear any arguments in defense of Ivan. Now is the time to berate his character and sympathize with Cora. Later, if and when she’s ready, we can be reasonable. Maybe you can have sixty uninterrupted seconds to defend your germy best friend. Until then, it’s venting time.”
I give Jorden my best version of a thankful smile. Though right now, it feels more like a grimace than anything else.
I press my temple against the car window and watch the city pass by in a blur. Staying with Ivan wasn’t an option. I couldn’t sleep in the room next to his and act like nothing was wrong. Passing him in the halls and making polite convers
