Monica gulped and smiled nervously. "What are you doing here, Xavier?"

Xavier still couldn't talk, so he waved her over and began typing on his phone. "Are you misunderstanding something, Mrs. Jones?"

Monica read what he'd typed and studied Xavier worriedly. "Your voice still hasn't returned?"

Xavier nodded and began typing again. "Yvonne messed with me. That's why I'm here."

"That bitch—" Monica quickly corrected herself, smiling apologetically. "She's that capable? How did I never realize?"

Xa