He cleared his throat. “Weren’t you sick yesterday?”
“Uh-huh.”
Travis gestured to Barnaby’s hair.
“Just cause I’m sick doesn’t mean I don’t need to look good, boss man.”
“Right.” Travis nodded. It was a good thing Barnaby was damn good at his job. He handed the last document to his admin. “The first stack goes to Darrell and the last one to Mary.”
There was a short knock on the door and then it opened to reveal Nathan. He carried a file in his right hand and a white paper sack in the other. Nathan’s thick glasses had slipped down his long nose. After he pushed them up, his gaze briefly rested on Barnaby, before sliding away. He cleared his throat. “Sorry to interrupt.”
“You’re not. We’re finished.” He waved Barnaby away.
The blond sauntered over to the door to his office where Nathan still stood lingering in the doorway. “Good morning, Mr. Llewellyn.”
Eyes downcast, Nathan mumbled, “Morning.”