Stephen looked at Laura and smiled. Laura returned the smile.
“Oh, Williamson is available for a meeting. Fifteen minutes? We’ll make it. And before I forget, I’ve got to cash in the two personal days I’ve accrued. I know its last minute, but I need off Friday and Saturday night. I know you’re short staffed, but something’s come up. And just in case you’re thinking of firing me, we’d love to throw in a wrongful termination suit. See you in a minute.”
Stephen hung up.
“What’s going on?”
“Did you take improv classes in college?”
“Yes, I loved them. I never had more fun.”
“Come on, Laura. Let’s go have some fun.”
Stephen and Laura entered the opulent office of Williamson. The owner of the club was seated behind his large maple executive desk, flanked by Firmin standing nearby. Williams
