JonahWhen I got back to my office after lunch and a morning full of meetings, Nanette flagged me down.
“Your sister has left two messages for you with me. Are you not answering your phone?”
“We’re having an issue. I know where she stands, and I don’t want to hear it right now.” The words came out of my mouth more sharply than intended.
“Oh.” My normally diplomatic administrative assistant raised her eyebrows and turned back to her computer. “I sent you the files for your two o’clock. Check your email.”
“Sorry to snap, Nanette. I had a rough weekend.”
“No problem. I’ll just say this: She sounded very insistent.” Nanette pointed at me on the last two words, drilling them home.
I went to my desk and pulled out my phone. She’d left another three messages on my mobile and texted me twice.
