He rarely called her that.
Callie met his gaze, feeling as if a lifetime had passed since they last saw each other. “Mr. Scott, are you here to pick up your wife?”
Jaquan looked past her to where Marilyn sat lazily, watching them with amusement.
“Mikayla, take my wife home.”
Marilyn wore a wide smile. “Are you done with your work?”
“Yes, just finished a meeting. It’s so cold, why didn’t you wear more?” Jaquan stepped forward and wrapped the scarf he was holding around Marilyn.
“Cold? I was talking with Mrs. Oconnor and didn’t feel it.” Marilyn accepted the scarf with a smile and then walked over to Mikayla. “I’ll head home now.”
“Drive slowly,” Jaquan advised Marilyn.
After they left, Callie turned back. “I should leave too.”
“I heard about what happened yesterday,” Jaquan said suddenly. “Are you okay?”
Callie wasn’t used to his serious tone. “There’s nothing to worry about. We’re family; he won’t make things too hard for me.”
Her words hinted that she was sticking up for Nelson.
Jaquan snorted. “I heard he caused trouble for a young girl at Club Paradise recently but let her go in the end.”
Callie frowned, guessing who he meant but unsure of Jaquan’s point.
“Oh, and this trouble started because of you,” Jaquan raised an eyebrow.
“Not training your assistant properly and causing me trouble-how could it not be your fault?” Callie hinted.
Jaquan realized Callie knew everything, including Charlotte’s existence.
He chuckled, leaning on one hand. “Nelson seems very honest with you.”
Callie pressed her lips together, about to respond when they heard the sound of a cup breaking outside, followed by chaos.
They exchanged a glance and walked out to see a crowd gathering. Marilyn had pushed a woman to the ground, coffee spilled everywhere.
Marilyn was furious. “Can’t you watch where you’re going? If you don’t need your eyes, donate them to someone who does.”
The woman on the ground bit her lip, looking very upset but too scared to speak loudly. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t on purpose. I’ll pay for the clothes I dirtied.”
Marilyn sneered at her words.
Mikayla stood awkwardly nearby and looked at Jaquan. “She did bump into Mrs. Scott.”
“Charlotte?” Jaquan frowned and spoke up.
Callie looked closely and recognized the woman on the ground-it was Charlotte!
What was she doing here?
Hearing her name, Marilyn raised an eyebrow. “It’s you again. I wondered why I kept running into clumsy people.”
Charlotte trembled. “Miss Ellison, I’m really sorry. No matter how much your clothes cost, I’ll pay for them.”
“I said it’s not about the price,” Marilyn raised her voice. “With how you handle things, I’m teaching you a lesson for your own good.”
As more people gathered, Charlotte became increasingly embarrassed. Jaquan pulled Marilyn behind him. “Enough, don’t bother with her. Don’t you have another meeting?”
“Jaquan,” Marilyn said playfully, “you’re not going soft on her because she used to be your assistant, are you?”
Upon hearing this, Charlotte’s face turned even paler. “Mr. Scott, I can handle this myself.”