“Thank you,” Lucian said, standing to shake Clark’s hand. “Oh, and Shea’s at home today and working at the school tomorrow.”
Clark grinned. “I’ll subtly increase the surveillance I’ve already got on your boy, sir.”
“You have my gratitude,” Lucian said, resolutely not sighing in the relief he felt, though Clark’s knowing look said Lucian was entirely transparent.
“When you’re done with the IT guy, do me a favor and give me the go-ahead to talk to the accounting candidate?” Clark added, backing toward the door. “Ryuu’s handling the books for the clubs in the interim, and God help us…”
“Consider this my green light. Now, if you’ll excuse me…?”
“I’m summarily dismissed, sir, I get it.” Clark bowed smartly with an impressive click of his tennis shoes and left.