said instead, making sure to drawl out the name in imitation of Rethâs nasal, condescending voice.
They stopped in front of him, and Wyatt reached out to take Emeldaâs elbow as she leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. She knew it ruffled Rethâs feathers when she showed such unabashed favoritism toward him, and Wyatt loved her for it.
âDr. Case, what progress have you made in your plans to boost attendance?â
Wyatt looked at him for a long moment as he tried to restrain himself from telling Reth the only progress heâd made was getting laid by a man with a tongue ring.
âMr. Reth, I believe weâve discussed, at length, the fact that Dr. Case is not solely responsible for this matter,â Emelda said with a stern glare. âIf the board had taken his warnings more seriously when construction was being planned, we would not be here.â
âMay we step into your office to discuss this?â Reth asked as he started toward Wyattâs office door.
âNo,â Wyatt said curtly. Reth turned to look at him as if heâd been slapped. Wyatt raised an eyebrow. âIâm busy.â
Lincoln stepped forward, a whole head shorter than Wyatt, and put one bony finger on Wyattâs chest. âWhat could you possibly have to do thatâs more important than speaking with us?â
Wyatt looked down at his finger, then up at him with a clenched jaw. âItâs more important to me to sweep the bathroom floors than it is to sit and listen to you recount your shortcomings.â
Lincoln responded with a series of rapid blinks. Wyatt picked up his finger and pushed it away from his chest.
Emelda stepped between them, holding her hands up in a graceful display of class and propriety. âGentlemen.â
âYou have some nerve, Case,â Reth said. âYouâre only here because I havenât moved to get rid of you yet.â
Wyatt met his eyes, valiantly resisting the urge to stab them with the ink pen in his pocket.
âMuseums across the country are closing down due to lack of funds. Do you want us to be next?â
âIf we are, your name will be emblazoned across the annals of history with the failure,â Wyatt said. âIf you cared anything for history, that would terrify you more than losing that hefty stipend you get every year.â
Reth bristled, sputtering. âEnd of week!â he finally said through his teeth. âIâll bring the matter of your termination to the board by end of week and be rid of you for good!â
He stormed past Wyatt and Emelda, Lincoln on his heels like a trained puppy.
âOh, Wyatt,â Emelda said with a sigh.
âIâm sorry, Emelda, I just . . .â
Emelda clapped her hands together. âIâve been hoping youâd do that for weeks now!â Wyatt wouldnât have called her matronly; she was far too elegant and proper for that. Perhaps it was that cool proprietyâher impeccable dress, her perfectly coifed silver hair, her expensive jewels and perfumeâthat made her approval so rewarding.
Wyatt grunted and huffed a laugh.
âI wonât be able to save you now, Wyatt, not unless we come out with something brilliant in the next day or so.â She looked off down the hall at the retreating backs of her colleagues. âBut you will be emblazoned across the annals as the man who finally told that prick where to stick it.â
She patted his cheek and walked off. Wyatt watched her, mouth agape.
When he was finally able to shake off the surprise, he realized his fingers were trembling. Heâd basically just gotten himself fired, because he knew inspiration wasnât suddenly going to strike him in the next day.
He looked at his watch, indecisive now. It was barely nine oâclock in the morning. The odds of Ash being at Gravediggerâs at this time on a Monday were very small, and he should probably start packing up his
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