Memo: A Gift from Harrison Cross
Due to this week’s inclement weather, corporate employees are not required to come to headquarters. You will still be compensated per your salary.
Local New York and Northeast storefront managers, please use your best discretion in deciding what’s safest for our baristas, and please use compassionate pay protocol no matter your decision.
You’re welcome, and do not get used to this…
Your favorite Sweet Seasons CEO,
Harrison Cross
Ihit send on the memo and looked over at Andrea as she lay sleeping under my silk gray sheets.
Tying my robe, I strolled to the kitchen to make breakfast. I was pouring two glasses of orange juice when my phone sounded with a call.
Aaron.
“Yes?” I answered.
“The storm’s only expected to last through Wednesday, but you’re giving everyone the entire week off?”
“Surely you’re not calling to question my decision-making.”
“No, actually.” His breathing was erratic. “That’s not why I’m calling at all. There’s something far more important than our ruthless CEO sharing his softer side.”
“Care to get to it so I can hang up?”
“Please tell me that these Page Six pictures aren’t real,” he said. “I just texted them to you.”
Worried, I pulled them up and saw that they were from yesterday, and they left very little to the imagination—every frame of me and Andrea kissing outside the building like we were seconds from fucking on the sidewalk.
She’s truly stunning from every angle…
“They’re real.” I smiled. “What’s the problem?”
“A notoriously private billionaire caught nearly having sex with his newly appointed CFO on the street?” he asked. “You don’t see an issue with that?”
“Not really.”
“Well, thank God you have me, then.”
“There’s nothing wrong with these images, Aaron.”
“Ten steps ahead of you,” he said. “I’ve already told them they were AI-generated. You’re welcome.”
“You know, I’m starting to think that a full week off might be good for you, too, Aaron.” I took out Andrea’s favorite bagels. “You sound wound up.”
“Invite me over and I’ll show you just how goddamn wound up I am.”
“Andrea and I aren’t into threesomes.”
“Please hang up the phone.”
“Will do.”
THIRTY-TWO (B)
HARRISON
