Phoebe's POV
That late-night feast had everyone grinning. The bill hit quite a sum—exactly what I'd expected. I slapped down my card without hesitation.
The shift supervisor nearby looked like he'd seen a ghost.
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The shift supervisor's mind raced. 'Wait, isn't that Miss Hale? Mr. Bailey's got his sights set on her. And he's letting her pick up the tab at his own place? What's going on here? Is Bailey Group going under? Mr. Bailey, are you seriously letting a woman bankroll you?'
Catching the shift supervisor's bewildered stare, Harold shot him a sharp look. The supervisor immediately found the floor, ceiling, and his shoes incredibly fascinating—anywhere but Harold's face.
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Phoebe's POV
"Time to go," I announced, completely missing the weird tension between Harold and his employee. After settling the check, I herded everyone toward the exit.
