XI

• Author: Lindsay Cameron
• Profession: Corporate attorney
• Pages: 93-104

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“I   .” Alex stepped into my oce, two Venti

sized Starbucks cups in hand. “I gured you weren’t going to feel

up to our daily Starbucks exodus today.” He handed me a cup and

opped down on the chair across from mine.

“You could hear the bloodbath all the way down in your oce?” I

wrapped my hands around the hot cup, savoring the feeling of com-

fort.I’d made good use of the makeshi medicine cabinet stashed

in my drawers—a few drops of Visine in my red-rimmed eyes, con-

cealer on my blotchy cheeks, two Advil for my aching head—so I was

at least looking okay on the outside.

“Well, I heard the word ‘fuckwits’ being thrown around.Fuck-

wits is never a good sign. It probably went something like this.”He

put down his cup, mussed his hair, and proceeded to do a spot-on

impression of Saul’s deranged rant, complete with the scrunched-up,

constipated look on his face.

“You are getting way too good at that,” I giggled. And just like that,

the giant knot in my stomach dissolved.ank God for Alex.In the

sea of crazy that was the corporate department, he was a life vest.

“I’ve had plenty of exposure to my subject,” he reminded me.

“Lucky you.” I sighed. “Hey, did you get a text from my phone on

Friday night?” I asked in a tone that I hoped sounded casual.

“Uhhh . . . no. Should I have?”

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