"Your offer stands? I wish your mattress stood like your offer - then maybe we wouldn't be spending Saturday morning in this fuckin' office..." Bernice's eyes damn nearly popped out of her head along with Tyler's and Jordan's. "Miss Robertson, please," Gordon interjected. "Please what? Huh?" I got so close to that man Jordan and Tyler stood up at the same time. Jordan put his hand on my shoulder and Tyler sat back down. I remained standing, but I...