C145 FIRE TASHA

Jack’s face shifted from surprised to confused, as if Mariam had just suggested something outrageous. He let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his head. “Fire Tasha? Seriously. Has it gotten to that?”

Mariam, arms crossed, was in no mood for his deflection. She raised an eyebrow, her voice cold and sharp. “Yes, of course.”

Jack’s expression softened as he sighed