Chapter 78

The study door wasn't fully closed. It swung open after two soft knocks.

Clifford was leaning against the window, one hand in his pocket, talking on the phone. Outside, the sky was a canvas of dark, heavy clouds. The stark contrast cast his face in a bleak, gray light.

"If you can't handle the position, then resign."

He ended the call and turned his head to look at Latisha. He didn't speak, his deep

eyes just watching her, waiting for her to make her case.

Latisha struggled for a moment before signing, *Can Mrs. Dashiell stay?*

"Is that the only reason you came to me?"