The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 888

"Alright then, after you're done with your grocery run, try to get some shut-eye early, will you? And if anything's up, give me a ring – don't worry about being a bother, got it?"

"Mmhmm."

"Good, I'm off to bed! Just so you know, I've got my ringer on for your calls only, so don't hesitate to reach out if you miss me!"

"Got it! Sleep tight, mama-to-be. You're the one who really needs to take care."

Dorothy, despite her lecture, felt a warm glow in her heart.

To have someone like Karen in her life, a friend who was like a ray of sunshine, was a stroke of luck amid life's mishaps.

Karen and Everett were both beacons of light for her.

After hanging up the phone, Dorothy was almost done with her liquor shopping and making her way to the checkout line to pay. But when it was her turn, the cashier suddenly said just as she started placing bottles on the counter, "I'm sorry, miss, but we've got a limit on beer purchases now – two bottles per person."

"What?" Dorothy's surprise was genuine; after all, there wasn't any prohibition going on in her state. Since when were there limits on beer?

"We just got the notice ourselves that you can only take two," the cashier said apologetically with a smile, "So…"

"Alright then, two it is." Dorothy was puzzled, but rules were rules, and there was no point in giving the cashier a hard time.

Besides, there was still whiskey, which was as good as any. A bit harsher on the palate, sure, but nothing a splash of juice or soda couldn’t smooth out.

"I'm sorry, miss, but we're not selling any hard liquor today either!"

Dorothy frowned slightly, "Whiskey's limited as well?"

"Not limited – we're not selling it at all."

"What about wine?"

"Wine's off the table today too! Maybe try again tomorrow?"

Dorothy felt like she couldn't catch a break. Even grabbing a drink had turned into an ordeal!

"Ms. Sanchez, have you turned in for the night?" Kevin's voice was steady and not the rush kind, which eased some of Dorothy's anxiety.

"Not yet. What's up?"

"Umm... it's like this. There's an issue with a project you previously led in the fourth project team. The current director can’t sort it out, and I was hoping we could meet so you could clarify a few things for me?"

So it was work-related.

"I can explain, but it's late now. How about tomorrow? Or if it's urgent, email me the details, and I'll sort it out when I get back to my apartment."

"It's urgent! It won't do unless we meet in person."

"Alright then, come pick me up."

Dorothy was skeptical that the handover could have been so problematic, but to avoid delaying the project, she agreed.