Charles took a quick glance at his phone screen, then back at Ronald. "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing, really," Ronald said, puzzled by the odd look of Charles's phone chat interface. He never pegged Charles as the type to dive into Messenger, but there he was, thumbing through it. Ronald could not resist a playful jab. "You haven't just added your wife on there, have you?"

Charles pocketed his phone with a raised eyebrow. "Got an issue with that?"

"No way! Why would I?" Ronald backpedaled quickly. "I mean, Messenger's all about keeping in touch, right, Mr. Hoffman? Don't you want to add a few more people?" "Such as?"

are super handy, right? Staying connected is a breeze. Plus, if you ever ping me on Messenger, you'll get an instant reply, I promise." "So, Mr. Wells, you're saying you'd drop everything to reply to me, even if you

clueless to the teasing edge in Charles's voice, nodded vigorously. "Absolutely! Whenever you reach out, I'm on

took on a teasing twist. "So, during work, your

realization washed over him. He

it all wrong. I didn't mean it

out a dismissive snort. "If there's no issue, get out of here!" "Right, I've got tons to do, I'll

one-number 2. She had heard through the grapevine that Charles's number was 14, which

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