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?"

Hoffman. These smartphone apps 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

"Absolutely! Whenever you reach out, I'm on it—no matter where I am or what I'm

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

him. He had walked

"Mr. Hoffman, yo got it all wrong. I didn't mean it like

out of here!" "Right, I've got tons to do, I'll

all thanks to her insider knowledge. She beelined to Becky, grabbed the number, and picked what she thought was a lucky one-number 2. She had heard through the grapevine that Charles's number was

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