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whether or not to divulge anything further. He shook his head, visualizing her internal arguments. “That’s a lot of coffee. Please tell me it’s a plain coffee and not one of those fancy lattes?”
    “Oh, it’s never a plain coffee. It’s always a venti cinnamon dolce latte — and most days she gets a sweet dessert with it too.”
    Tsk. Tsk.
    “I won’t cut out coffee completely, but we’re going to reduce this. It’s not healthy to drink that much coffee. Not good for the heart.”
    “Can you warn me before you do? It’s going to be dreadful here if that happens. God, don’t do it this week. We have a huge project coming due on Friday, and she’ll be stressed enough without adding that.” Her eyes were large and the concern evident in the tightness of her thinned lips.
    “I can’t promise that, zaychik . What is her lunch most days?”
    He was afraid of the answer Samantha would give him. Caroline had admitted to him that her lunches were either unhealthy or nonexistent.
    “Caroline doesn’t eat lunch, but if she decides to eat anything she has me grab her a hot dog from the stand out front — or the pretzel stand down the road. She likes extra cheese. Sometimes she gets a wrap downstairs in the cafeteria, but most days she just works through lunch and has a latte instead.” Samantha winced. “Am I answering these the right way? You seem… quiet.”
    Observant.
    She was well worth whatever Caroline paid her. “Yes. I’m fine. I just need to get her to eat better. None of this is good for her. I can give her a healthy dinner and an exercise routine, but unless the rest of her day changes, she run into issues.”
    Samantha nodded in agreement.
    “So, another question. How do you watch Caro do this to her body and not say anything?” He pulled a chair up to her desk and sat down, curious to hear the answer.
    “Oh, I tried. Years ago, when I first started here.” She waved her hand through the air as if swatting at an annoying fly. “She’d get so angry that I stopped trying. It’s easier to just give her what she wants than to encourage her to change her lifestyle.”
    He narrowed his eyes. Miss Caroleena apparently had been catered to for far too long. That would be changing soon. “So, like a two year old throwing a temper tantrum, or a growly bear, it’s just easier to give her what she wants than tell her no?”
    “Yeah. Nobody tells Caroline ‘no.’ It’s just easier to give her what she wants.” She tried averting her eyes, but he held her gaze, staring intently at her.
    He ground his back teeth so hard he heard his jaw pop. “So, that answers my one question about how Caroline acts at work. How does she treat people in general? If someone is sick or has a sick child or parent, how does she react?”
    “Are you sure this is okay?” She looked away, picking at her nails, her fingers trembling slightly. “I don’t want her to find out I talked to you. I mean I like you and all that… but I really need this job.”
    “Poor little zaychik .” He reached over, lifting her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes once more. He smiled at her. “I promise you’re safe. Speak.”
    “Well, she’s… forceful. She knows what she wants, and she doesn’t like anyone questioning her. She just wants it done. Done correctly and fast — the first time. But if you have a situation with your family, she’s very sympathetic. I’ve never seen her tell someone they can’t go home. However, she’ll make sure they know the deadline doesn’t get backed up. So, they work evenings or overtime to get the job done.” She smiled weakly at him, visibly concerned at his reaction. “But she’s never given anyone a hard time with that.”
    “There’s a good heart in there somewhere. I guess we just need to get her to relax and cut back on her hours so that the rest of you can still work as hard as she does — but not feel like you live here.” He winked at her, standing and putting the chair