“Yeah,” he said quietly. “That’s going to be a problem.”
I didn’t answer.
Because I already knew it was.
ROWAN
Serena was the first person I told.
Bad idea.
Immediately.
She stared at the email.
Then at me.
Then at the email again.
“Oh my God,” she said.
“It’s just an assignment.”
“It is NOT just an assignment.”
“It literally is.”
She leaned back slowly.
“You’re going to be around him in New York.”
“Yes.”
“For work.”
“Yes.”
“And you’re telling me that’s normal.”
I didn’t answer.
Because it wasn’t.
Not really.
Serena grabbed my arm.
“This is how things get messy,” she said.
“It’s professional.”
She laughed.
“No,” she said. “It’sthe opposite of professional. It’s proximity with expectations.”
That phrase stayed in my head longer than I wanted it to.
Proximity with expectations.
