“Saved people?” I shrug. “I’ve helped some people out. Like you.” I look down at her spiky heel. “Some were more appreciative than others.”
I chuckle at that, and when I catch the little smirk on her lips, I laugh again.
Turning, Alison moves to the large table and sits in the chair facing the glass wall. I decide to sit opposite, my back to the wall. With a sigh and some crossed fingers, she smiles. “You’re a real-life hero, Ben.”
Now it’s my turn to blush. “No. Not really.” In an attempt to change the subject, I quickly ask, “So, what happened to Sam?”
The look of shock on her face tells me she’s surprised at the question.
“I heard you were there,” I continue.
Her head moves up and down slowly. “He approached me. Said some things he shouldn’t have—probably because he’d been drinking.”
He could have been drinking already, or it could have been left over from last night, but I keep that to myself. “What did he say?” I’m instantly angry.
“Nothing.” She waves it off. “He tripped on something, and when he fell, he hit his head on the floor. He was out cold.”
Whoa. “You called for help?”
“Meghan did.”
“Clive said someone saw you upstairs. Did you tell Graham what happened?”
She nods, but her expression shows surprise. “You spoke to Clive?”
“Yeah.” I chuckle. “I did. It was nice.” It really was. I hope it stays that way. “What did Graham say?”
“He wanted to know which hospital, but I didn’t know.”
“Probably New York-Presbyterian. It’s closest.” I’ll need to try to go over there. Lunchtime is my only option today since I need to pick Sky up right after work.
I stand and make my way to the door. I’ve got a lot to do if I’m gonna visit Sam today.
“How’s Sky? I’m sorry I forgot to ask.”
I face her with a smile. “She’s doing well. I’ll pick her up after work.” And I’m more excited than I can say.
“I’d like to officially meet her… when she’s feeling better, of course.”
“Come over later,” I say quietly. “I’ll cook dinner.” I hope she likes pasta sauce from a jar. “Seven thirty?” That’ll give me enough time to get my pup and get her set up at home plus cook.
She looks hesitant, but then she asks, “What’s your address?” It’s a good sign.
I list off the address along with my cell number so she can let me know when she gets to my building.
And it’s official. I’ve got a date. Hot damn.
“Oh,. I turn before I step out of the conference room.
“Yeah?”
“Clive told me that he didn’t create the green folder.”
“But it’s agreenfolder.”
I shrug. “There used to be a box of them on top of his filing cabinet. Anyone could have taken one.” I shake my head. “He’s getting treated like crap because everyone thinks he did it.”
“Wow.” She sits down in her chair. “That makes this much less cut and dry.” Peering up at me, she asks, “Who would bother taking a green folder?”
