Elena nodded thoughtfully. “You’re saying we kill him.”
Finn nearly choked on his drink. “Good lord. We’ll call that Plan C.” He set down his glass. “But if it comes to it, yes. I will help you slaughter him.”
Elena frowned. “It can’t be Plan A?”
Finn smiled despite himself. “Let’s consider ourlegaloptions first.”
Silence took over as Elena picked at a fry. She looked up. "They can't all have gone on shitty dates with David Turner," she said.
“What?” Finn asked, looking thoroughly confused.
"The other directors, I mean. They can't all have rejected him and he retaliated with sabotage."
A smile tugged at his mouth. "The odds of that can't be that high."
Elena's expression sharpened."Nope. Something made them fail. Or someone."
Finn nodded. “We should probably eat before the food gets cold.”
Elena picked up her burger and took a bite. It was delicious. "God, this is so much better than foam."
Finn froze with his burger halfway to his mouth. "What?"
"On my date with David, I mean. We ate foam," Elena explained.
"You ate... foam?"
"Sí. I didn't care for it, Finn."
Elena held back a smile as she watched Finn scratch his head. Something about this was breaking his brain.
“Was it like, whipped cream foam?”
"No. It was salty. The server said something about ‘deconstructed lasagna’,” Elena explained matter-of-factly.
Finn may as well have been scratching his head with both hands at this point. “I have so many questions.”
“We can go there for our next dinner. They’ll answer all your questions. It was only $100 per person.”
Our next dinner. Elena realized what she just implied and decided she didn’t care. She wanted a next time.
Finn’s eyes lit up in a way that made her chest feel warm. “Absolutely not. I know an Italian place that serveslegitimatelasagna. We can go there.”
They ate in comfortable silence for a bit. Then the weight of everything set in again. “I’m going to get fired, Finn.”
“We’ll figure something out. Even if we have to rob a bank.” Finn offered.
Elena looked at him with playful anger.
“How would you do it?” Finn asked.
“Rob a bank?”
Finn nodded.
Elena thought for a moment. “Well. First off, I’m not killing anybody.”
“Jesus, okay. So no machine guns?”
