Gil's car was not the last accident to happen that day. Less than twenty minutes after the tow truck pulled away, Bright tripped, spilling hot tea across the front of his once pristine suit.
Five minutes after that?
He cut his finger on a piece of glass stuck in his hair.
An hour later?
He smacked his elbow on a locker.
That Bright was a walking disaster was painfully obvious. Way Dani saw it? It was going to take a month before the board in Gil's office would get back to zero.
"Ouch!"
Make that two months, she mentally corrected.