Murphy knew full well that Cheris was hard to read.
Her agreements weren't necessarily genuine, nor were her disagreements.
She, like so many women, had that trait of saying one thing and meaning another.
She acted as if she was letting him call all the shots, but in reality, every word was a test. If he went against her wishes, she might very well turn on him.
But he had no intention of dancing completely to her tune.
Since she had said he was in charge, he was going to act like it.
"No," Murphy said calmly. "I'm not leaving."
Cheris's emerald eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of amusement coloring her otherwise sweet smile.
"My dear, what are you planning?" her voice remained soft and sweet. "The auction is about to start, you know. This Alternate Plane development permit is rather important—it's a little trinket I'm determined to get."
Hearing this, Pittman's eyes lit up.
