Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Sherilyn frowned, remaining silent.

Karol, ever the chatterbox, couldn't contain herself. "Did you hear? Caroline suddenly vanished off the face of the earth, and the managers over at Nexus Media Group are losing their minds. They were grooming her to be the next big thing...Sherilyn, this could be our

shot!"

Sherilyn's silence deepened, her brow furrowing even more.

So, Nexus Media Group is investing on the fly? What in the world is Gilbert up to?

Across the room, Gilbert's gaze cut through the crowd, landing squarely on Sherilyn. She looked better today, probably because Jenna hadn't given her a hard time last night.

Caleb called out to Gilbert, "Mr. Johnson, would you like to take a seat...?"

"No, thanks." Gilbert waved him off with a smile, "I'm just a bystander here, wouldn't want to meddle."

Glancing at his watch, he said, "It's getting late, and you all have been working hard. I've ordered some afternoon tea for everyone, take a break."

With that, he glanced at Charles.

Charles, understanding the cue, went to open the door. A line of delivery folks had already arrived, carrying boxes inside.

To everyone's surprise, it was an assortment of treats from the Crimson Table.

with a smile, "Mr. Johnson, that's

the least I could

Group. It's hard work, especially for you, Mr. Marshall. I appreciate

Marshall, I think we'll call it a day. Sorry for the interruption, but I'd like to

off guard, his eyes still on the sweets from Crimson

he asked, "Mr. Johnson, who would you like to accompany

gaze shifted, landing on

over to Sherilyn with

nervously, "Mr. Johnson is coming this

however, frowned, her gaze

Gilbert's smile was gentle, "Let's go, I've

Karol then that

an item? Had Mr. Johnson not grown

at Sherilyn, "Sherilyn,

buzzed with

"Who is she?"

the

"She knows Mr. Johnson?"

she doesn't know him,

by Mr. Marshall,

loud, but they