"Violet, take your son and get out. Now. Or I call the police." I stared her down. "And don't bother coming back. You're fired."
Violet panicked, waving her hands frantically.
"No, no, no! Zoey, don't misunderstand! I meant well! I thought since you're both single, you'd have things in common." She put on a pitiful expression. "Look at you, over thirty and still alone. I just feel sorry for you. Isaac is a good boy. Sit down and talk to him properly."
I wasn't going to waste breath on people who refused to understand human language. My thumb hovered over the emergency number, but an incoming call cut me off.
My secretary.
"Ms. Swanson, the client just arrived. Are you almost here?"
The meeting. I cursed silently. Today was the negotiation with a critical client. I didn't have time for this circus, and definitely not time to wait for police.
I spun around and marched to the bathroom, ignoring them.
Twenty minutes later, I emerged in a sharp suit and heels. Isaac and Violet hadn't moved.
Isaac scoffed, looking me up and down.