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I was standing in my cramped kitchen, phone glued to my ear, staring at an empty ramen packet in my other hand as if it might somehow boost my morale. Trix was at my feet, head cocked to the side in that classic collie way, clearly questioning why I looked like a deer in the headlights.
Rowan was still on the line, waiting for me to come up with an explanation that wouldn't sound totally crazy.
"I, uh…" I began, my voice cracking like a teenager. "I was...was with my boss last night."
Silence followed. Then came the big question: "The CEO, right?"
"Hmm," I replied, which was clearly the best I could do under the circumstances. I honestly didn't get why talking to Rowan right now felt like talking to my mom about my whereabouts, but then again I didn't get a lot of things.
Rowan let out a slow breath. "So… I'm guessing you were working overtime, then? Late-night strategy session? Crunching numbers until dawn?"
Working overtime...that was a funny way to put it.
