I looked at Douglas. Said nothing.
Right on cue, he ducked his head and put on a wounded expression. "Mr. Dickerson, if I've done something wrong, I sincerely apologize."
"But work comes first. Please don't let me be the reason you miss something important."
As he spoke, his eyes began to redden at the rims, as if he'd suffered some tremendous injustice.
Cheryl's brow creased at the sight. Her voice turned sharp. "Drew, Douglas has already humbled himself. What more do you want?"
"Don't push it!"
Douglas bit his lower lip at just the right moment, his voice trembling. "Ms. Delgado, maybe I should just get out of the car. I don't want to make things difficult for Mr. Dickerson."
He made a show of reaching for his seatbelt, but his hands moved so slowly it was like someone had hit the pause button.
"No!"
Cheryl pressed down on Douglas's shoulder and whipped her head around to glare at me.
"Drew, how long are you going to keep acting like this?"
"Douglas has given everything for this company, and what about you?"
"What do you do besides throw tantrums?"
"Get in the car!"
"I don't have the patience to argue with you."