“He never saw it,” Chloe said. “You’ve been in there. There’s a dozen different hidden cameras there, all of them concealed perfectly.”
“Gene’s spotted three of them,” he said, his tone deadpan. “I bet Jeanne has a different three.”
“We’ll, ah, handle that tomorrow,” Chloe replied. “Anyway. Promise me you’ll keep this a secret.”
“I’ll do what I can,” he said. “Look, maybe I’m just grasping at shadows here. I don’t know if his father is a real problem or not, but right now, from where I’m sitting, that’s where I’d lay my money.”
“We’ll see,” Chloe said. “I don’t know either. Daniel’s handled the contact with the MacKenzies all along, citing special privilege.”
“Special privilege?” Phillip’s expression scrunched up. “What kind of special privilege would the head of the accounting department have that allows him to contact a candidate directly?”
“I can’t say just yet,” Chloe said. “It’s complicated. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
Phillip inhaled, but caught his response before he could unleash it. “All right,” he said instead. “See you tomorrow, then?”
“Tomorrow. Daniel will deal with the MacKenzies, you just keep the kids in the dark for the time being,” she said. “Goodbye, and take care.”
“You too,” he said. “Bye.” The phone clicked dead, and Phillip hung up himself just as the kids came back into the dining room. “You guys all full?” he asked.
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