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“I have no idea.” Clary shrugged a shoulder. “She planned out the garden with my parents. They planted and took care of it while they were alive.” Her brows rose. “But they’ve had other gardeners.”
The elevator opened up at the twenty-fourth floor.
“Anyway,” she said, “I just came to tell you that. I should go.”
“Aren’t you even going to see my office?”
She peered out at the dark gray tiles and blue walls. “Looks just like your apartment.”
“I like the colors at my apartment.”
“No Christmas decorations.”
Seth jabbed at the door close button. “You know what? You should go.”
“Wait.” She hopped out, pulling him along. “I want to take a look.” She checked the time on her watch. “You have five minutes.”
“Mr. Anderson.” A young man—a very young man—in a light blue shirt and black pants stood there. “I thought you were heading out.”
Seth had completely forgotten. “Give me a minute.” He took out his phone and typed a message to Ron and Detective Murphy that he would be delayed.
Clary nodded, then stepped toward Tony. “I’m Clary Fiore.”
“I’m Tony Ryta, Mr. Anderson’s assistant.” As he said that, Tony’s gaze roamed across Clary’s face. “A little green corrector and concealer would cover that.”
Clary touched her face.
“Do you have those? I could go and get them for you.”
“You know a lot about makeup.”
“My mother used to cover up her bruises and wounds with makeup. Sometimes she couldn’t do it herself, so I helped.”
Clary blinked. “I’m sorry.”
Tony shrugged. “We don’t live with that man anymore.”
“Seth didn’t do this,” she clarified, and Seth frowned at her. “I thought I should just put it out there.”
“I know.” Tony gave a wave of his hand. “The sleep research team was watching, and word spread. There are videos.” He flicked his brows up. “Do you want to see?”
“Oh.” Clary laughed softly. “No, thanks.”
“Get her the makeup,” Seth said to Tony. “Be quick. She needs to get back to work.”
Tony nodded, then jogged over to the elevator.
“But I can’t wait,” Clary said. “I’m sure it’s fine.”
“You want to walk around your office with that mark on your face?” With a hand on her back, he led her into his office. “Besides, we still need to discuss the cost of me sending a team over to your office to help you.”
“You’re charging me?”
“Of course,” he said, then waited as she scanned the place.
Besides the regular desk and office chair, he had two more long desks. One for drawing up a prototype of whatever concept he had, and another with tools and Legos scattered over it.
Clary picked up a piece of Lego. “You just come into the office to play?”
