Summer Thorne watched him quietly.
Only an afternoon had passed.
Yet his attitude had already done a complete one-eighty.
And he had found a very good reason.
A reason she had no choice but to accept.
After a long pause, Summer Thorne gave a soft laugh. "You're right. A fever can make you delirious. I wonder if I said or did anything embarrassing when I had my fever, Mr. York... If I did, then I suppose we're even."
After she finished, Timothy York's expression remained unchanged.
Summer Thorne didn't linger. She turned and walked quickly toward the elevator.
The elevator doors opened, then closed. A moment later, they opened again.
Summer Thorne leaned out slightly and looked at him, her voice calm and composed. "Mr. York, I don't have a keycard or fingerprint access. Could I trouble you to activate the elevator for me?"
Timothy York quickly turned, walked into the elevator, and did as she asked, pressing the button for her.
