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Chapter 865
Chapter 865
Gideon was by Ophelia's side when he heard her raising her voice, and he hurried over.
"Ophelia, what are you going on about?"
"I..."
"I'm sorry, Ms. Sanchez! She's just a little hot-headed, didn't mean anything by it, don't take it personally!" said Gideon.
Dorothy's gaze swept over the two, piecing together a bit of the puzzle in her mind.
They clearly had something more between them; she figured they were probably an item.
Ophelia was clearly trying to dump the blame on Gideon, cozying up to Dorothy in hopes of smoothing things over.
"What's going on with me and Everett is none of your business, right?"
"Since you're reporting it anyway, it's no use for me to try to negotiate with you, is it? I'll say what I want! Mr. Lopez hasn't been here in ages, obviously avoiding you. What are you playing at, acting all boss-like when you're on your way out? Go ahead, report me; I'll face the music if I have to!"
"Ophelia!" Gideon wished he could just gag her right then and there.
But Dorothy didn't care about her rants; she just turned her cool gaze to Gideon and spoke calmly.
"Since you're both here, I suggest you come with me and take a tour of the marketplace. That way, if there's an inquiry from upstairs, you can say you discovered the problems during your visit. Otherwise, if I report that I found the issues, it'll look a lot worse for you."
"Got it! I understand!" Gideon nodded, nudging Ophelia covertly.
Dorothy was being as merciful as she could be.
It wasn't that she was afraid of Ophelia; she just didn't want to get entangled in a pointless dispute.
It was exhausting.
The three of them walked through the material market with their own agendas, after which Dorothy hailed a cab and left.
Just as she settled back into her office to compile her report, her vision suddenly went dark!
Thankfully, she was sitting down and didn't fall over. After a moment, her vision cleared up.
Dorothy realized it was probably due to pulling an all-nighter and decided she needed to wrap up her work quickly and catch up on sleep back at her apartment.
Turning on her computer and starting to import data, she watched the progress bar inch forward when her phone rang.
Looking down, she saw it was Ephraim from West Legal Services.
"Ms. Sanchez, we've got a court date set! Early next month! Just got the word from the court."
"That's great news. Are the suspects... in custody?"
"Yeah, the suspect's family is being cooperative. Her son agreed to extradition, just asking for a medical escort."
Dorothy remained silent.
"Ms. Sanchez?" Ephraim called softly.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.
Dorothy snapped back, forcing a dry laugh. "That's good, very good..."
"We just wait for the trial now. I'll keep you updated on any developments."
"Thanks, Ephraim. I appreciate it."
"It's no trouble at all. Just doing my job."
After hanging up, Dorothy covered her heart with her hand, feeling a dull ache starting to set in.
Everett, always making her feel indebted.
She had told him not to get involved under all this stress!
Suddenly, that thread that had been fraying for so long finally snapped.
Dorothy, as if possessed, desperately wanted to hear Everett's voice, even if it was just a word.
Reaching for her phone in a daze, she opened Everett's WhatsApp.
Before sending a voice message, Dorothy had her story straight. She'd just say she was missing the kids and wanted to check in on Abigail and Langston.
That way, Everett wouldn't suspect a thing.
But after steeling herself with countless justifications, when she finally pressed the call button, the screen flashed.
[You are not his/her friend.]