Fiona
Alexander responded to my text just a few minutes later. To my relief, his tone was light and understanding.
He wrote: That’s too bad. Good luck with everything there and let me know when you’ll be home.
I replied: Of course. I’ll keep you posted.
Three moving dots told me Alexander was typing. I sat watching, waiting for this next reply for several seconds before I noticed what I was doing.
I had business to attend to. Very pressing business. I didn’t have time to waste. I put my phone down and started collecting all the materials I’d need for my strategy meeting.
But then when the phone buzzed again, I couldn’t help but pick it back up.
Alexander: Tell me something I can do for you tonight. You’ll eat dinner at the office… I could have dessert waiting for you at home.
