De Chateau was either a deep undercover operator or an informant for the FBI."This generated a lot of talk and we went from that to other things about...the mess."Do we want to contact the Ancients and see if they can give us some information on Windsong? Supposedly he was with them for a time. Do we want to call him up and talk to him? He could tell us some things about this deal, if he will. Do I keep looking into the background on Leafcutter?" I asked.This generated more discussion. Blake. "Phoebe, he slaughtered your family – not personally, but he's admitted to being behind it. He had people hunting for you to finish the job. Why would you possibly want to forgive him for that?" I know all that Missus Spencer, but I was in no danger; God had already arranged for my safety, long before I ever left that house. As for why I need to forgive him, because God commands it of me."I'm sorry, but I've just never really understood the whole Christian obsession with forgiveness. But .... Your boss is basically a hot girl who, for all of the wrong reasons, thinks she’s funny.“First, I was expecting you to be run out on your ass. HR wanting to see you first thing? Nisha had not laid out to me or you exactly what form you forgot to initial or sign. Now, I just think Nis--uh, Ms Jakobs has a crush.” He smirked. “Not appropriate for office hours, of course.”“Of course.” I agreed. I glanced at the clock in the corner of my screen. 4 minutes. God let me out of here.“I mean, Jess’s. By the time our conversation wore down, I was confident that she would have plenty to discuss with the Ladies at school on Monday.It wasn't until Abigail stifled a yawn that I realized just how late it was."You are one of the best listeners I've ever met, but we should probably get at least a little sleep tonight." Thanks," she purred while snuggling closer.Abigail soon fell asleep leaving me alone to contemplate my thoughts. She had been totally different from the client I expected. Even.