"Uh, isn't that a little harsh? Whitecoat's one of our own, after all."
"Hold on!" Caleb Calloway cut in. "I don't have a brother that naive. And his girlfriend—you saw her, right? With my vast experience, I can tell you she's a total green tea bitch. And he has the nerve to bring a girl that fake around to poison our sights. Tsk, tsk…"
"Speaking from my experience as a cop, that woman definitely doesn't seem right," Charles Jacobs chimed in. "But then again," he added, "it's Whitecoat's first relationship. Don't be so hard on him."
"We'll see about that," Caleb Calloway said, unconvinced.
"Hey, what's going on with the boss and our Sister-in-law?" Charles Jacobs suddenly realized something was off. "They've been upstairs for a while now, haven't they? What kind of hosts hide away and leave us two in the living room like this?"
Caleb Calloway glanced at the time. It really had been a while.
