“Sir?” Cook laughs after the door swings shut behind Sterling.

I bring my shoulders up to my ears. “I wouldn’t even know his first name if it weren’t for you guys,” I defend myself. “He never gave me permission to use it.”

Simpson shakes his head. “You don’t need permission, Court. We don’t stand on ceremony out here.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I sigh.

I think they can tell I’m still embarrassed, so Glen changes the topic. “What’s the delivery tomorrow?”

I look around, wanting to know too, but notice everyone is looking at me.

My eyebrows lift. “You’re asking me? How should I know? Sterling won’t even talk to me.”

“He has been in a bit of a mood.” Simpson pats me on the back. “But he’ll snap out of it.”

I make a sound that could possibly be taken as agreement, even though I’m not convinced.

When I finally step out of the Food Hall, I replace two things.

Next to my clipboard, which I left on the outdoor picnic table, is something that looks like a mix between an over-long broom and a toilet brush.

The handle has to be six feet long, and the large dome-shaped brush on top would be perfect for getting rid of hard-to-reach spiderwebs.

I bite my lip.

This will make cleaning those outdoor lights much easier.

The second thing I notice is the fresh paper attached to the clipboard.

I pick it up and read the list.

It’s the same as before, except…

I flip the page.

And bite my lip harder.

He rewrote the list.

All the tasks that require ladders have been removed.

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