Julia's Demand
Julia's eyes widened in realization. "It seems your 'friend' is a woman—or perhaps your friend has an odd fondness for lip gloss. Or," her voice rose dramatically, "is he a man who swings the other way? Justin, don't tell me you swing the other way too, and that's why you keep rejecting all the blind dates I set up!" Her tone was full of mock horror. "Am I really not going to have my own great-grandchildren?!"
Justin ran a hand through his hair, frustration building. The start of this day had already been a disasters, and now this?
Noah, standing off to the side, was visibly struggling to keep from laughing. It was rare to see his normally composed, commanding boss so utterly helpless and frazzled.
"Grandma, stop being so dramatic. You know that's not the case," Justin sighed, walking into his room and unbuttoning his shirt to change into his usual attire.