She stands from the corner of my desk and moves in front of me.
Honestly, I don’t know what’s eating at this woman and why she’s never liked me. It feels conceited to think that it’s jealousy, but I’ve never given her any reason to give me such a hard time.
“If I were you, I’d want Colton to come with me. A meeting like that is exciting, but will probably be out of your comfort zone.”
Before I can politely tell her to fuck off, she spins on her heel and marches off, ass swaying in a gray miniskirt that’s entirely too tight for her ass and much too short for the office.
I hope it rips when she bends down to refill the printer with paper.
My laptop pings, and an email drops down from Will.
From: Will Jones
To: Drew Callaghan
Subject: Re: Repeet invite (Stop being so formal, Baby.)
Drew,
Does this mean we get to have our first vacation together? I’ll book the hotel suite and restaurant. How about Japanese? There’s this fucking awesome sushi restaurant in Williamsburg.
Will x
Are you kidding me right now?
From: Drew Callaghan
To: Will Jones
Subject: Re: Repeet invite (Stop being so fucking unprofessional.)
William,
For the benefit of company records and anyone monitoring this email string, I would like to confirm that my client is, in fact, messing around and we are not, in fact, sharing a hotel suite.
Drew
Switching from email to text, I pick up my cell and begin typing the response I really wanted to send.
Me
Could you be any more reckless? My boss sporadically checks my inbox!
Will
Wait. People check your email?
Me
Yes! A little like how you go through medical examinations and tests for doping, my electronic footprint can be monitored at any point.
Will
Shit. Sorry. Maybe delete those messages then. But also … electronic footprint. You are so formal sometimes. It’s hot in a geeky way.
Me
You think I’m geeky?
