“I’m not.”
“AmIhaving a meeting about it?”
“Yes.” She looked at her watch. “In ten minutes.”
“And how come I didn’t know about this?”
“It’s on your calendar.”
“It is not on my calendar.” Checking his schedule hadbeen one of the first things he’d done when he arrived at his desk that morning.
“It is.”
“It is not.”
To prove himself right, he brought up his calendar on his computer. He was about to proclaim victory when he noticed a bubble in the ten a.m. slot only a handful of pixels tall.
When he clicked on it, it expanded to fill the space through eleven a.m., with the labelSara Hirschy Divorceright at the top.
He frowned at Joan. “You just put this in here, didn’t you?”
“Wrong again. I didn’t set up the meeting.”
“Who did?”
She looked down the hallway and said, “Ash?”
Ash appeared in the doorway several seconds later. “Yes, Ms. Robertson?”
“Mr. Barrington is wondering why he didn’t know about the meeting until just now.”
Ash looked bewildered. “It’s on his calendar.”
“He says it wasn’t.”
Ash pulled out his phone, tapped the screen, then grimaced. “That’s, um, because he hadn’t accepted it until just now.”
“I never received an email asking me to accept the meeting,” Stone said.
“What email?”
Before Stone could respond, Herb said, “That was the old calendar version.”
“Old version?” Stone said.
“We switched to the new version a couple of weeks ago. You should have been updated.”
“I wasn’t,” Stone said.
“He was,” Joan countered.
“I was?”
“A month ago,” she said. “In a meeting at the Seagram Building.”
Stone vaguely remembered something like that, but he’d only paid half attention, assuming Joan would tell him what he needed to know.
“You assumed I’d tell you what you needed to know, didn’t you?” she said.
