Robert picks up the half-finished bottle of wine and grimaces, "And you stole my best stuff. This is going to hit you hard tomorrow."
"She thinks I'm scum," I mutter.
"Who, the evil spawn?"
"Your Head of Marketing."
"Aisha?" Robert blinks, plopping down next to me and taking a swig of the wine straight from the bottle. "You know, I was kind of surprised when you said you knew her. I mean, I don't just let anyone meet with Aisha like that. I'm very paranoid about some company stealing her from under my nose."
When I don't say anything, he elbows me, "So how do you know her?"
"I broke her heart," I drain my cup of wine broodily. "And before I could fix things, she ran away. And now she thinks I'm the scum of the earth and won't even talk to me."
Robert stares at me for a long moment b
