George acted as if he hadn't heard a thing.
Amy peeked at him again, thinking the man must be hard of hearing. She quickly lost interest and started playing with her new toy, which could speak three different languages. Amy, who was trilingual herself, happily chattered back and forth with it.
Jessica leaned closer to George. "Please, put me down," she whispered. "I'm fine."
A faint blush colored George's ears, but he complied, setting her gently on her feet.
Leaning against the elevator wall for support, Jessica looked at him. "I saw you earlier. Were you standing in for Mr. George again?"
"Not standing in," he replied. "I was inspecting the stores for him."
Jessica nodded in understanding.
The elevator descended to the second-level basement parking. Just before the doors opened, she said, "I'll be your date tomorrow."
With that, she took Amy’s hand and limped out of the elevator.
George stood motionless as the elevator doors remained open. His phone rang. He answered it. "Speak."
A bodyguard's anxious voice came through the line. "Mr. George, where did you go?"
"Parking garage," George said, his voice cold. "Come down. We're heading back to the office."
The bodyguards quickly agreed and rushed downstairs.
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