"You of all people should know best, my disposition when it comes to working with that woman."
"Does it mean you've not been getting along? But Ms Hale gave me the impression you were."
"The hell she did." Richard fired back as his apparent dislike for Shantel made him momentarily forget it was Elsa he was talking to.
"But from her report, things have pretty well shapened up here."
"I don't doubt her abilities... at least not anymore," he admitted grudgingly. "She unexpectedly turned out to be…"
"Too skilled for your liking, I presume. You expected her to fail, right?"
Richard's jaw clenched. He didn't appreciate being read so easily. But, as much as he hated to admit it, Elsa wasn't wrong.
He had expected Shantel Hale to be nothing but a liability or more accurately a distraction and a storm he had to weather until she inevitably failed and walked away
Yet, instead of failure, she had given him results—brilliant, undeniable results, he must say.
