"You've been working hard," Reece said on my third Thursday morning at RK. He sat on the corner of my desk, his arms folded over his chest. He'd removed his tie and jacket and had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. All his meetings were finished for the day and his calendar was free for the rest of the afternoon, as it was every Thursday. He'd made it clear when I started that nothing was ever to be organized for Thursdays after one. "You deserve a break."
I eyed him carefully. He seemed too cheerful. "You're not going to make me join you in a round of corporate paint ball, are you?"
He laughed. "No, but I'll keep it in mind."
I laughed too. Reece seemed to have relaxed a little in the past few days. He'd fired Austin the morning after we'd discovered his deception and brooded about i
