“I need to tell you something, urgently. It’s about your boss!” the small woman said as she ran after Casey on the street.
Casey rolled her eyes and kept pace. She didn’t have time for whatever bullshit the woman was peddling.
“Please! It’s important!” she persisted.
“I work for myself. I’m my boss,” Casey said rounding on her. “Find someone else for whatever scheme this is.”
“Brennor,” she...