Chapter 19
MickyWith planning for our Paris event reaching crunch time, Taryn and I found ourselves putting in crazy hours—from sun up to well past sundown each day. The next week flew by in a blur, and by the following Thursday, I had seen enough of the frosted glass walls of my office.
I decided to call an "off-site" meeting—our term for getting the hell out of the office and finding a more atmospheric place to finish work and then ease into cocktail hour. We packed up our laptops and papers and headed for a new bistro a few blocks from the office.
"Look at that rain. The traffic is going to be a nightmare getting out of here," Taryn noted, as she popped a piece of calamari in her mouth and hit send on an email to a vendor.
"Then I guess we'll have to stay for dinner and drinks. See
