A DAY BEYOND THE OFFICE
Three weeks had passed since the conference room.
It was also considerably more complicated than it had been three weeks ago.
What had developed between us in those three weeks was something that neither of us had named, and neither of us had stopped.
Around other people, we were exactly what the building expected us to be — the CEO and his executive secretary, professional and focused and appropriate in every observable way. The schedule managed, the calls fielded, the documents prepared, the morning coffee at eight fifty without fail. Miss Bennett at her desk. Mr. Dallas is in his office. The glass wall between them.
But the glass wall had become something different from what it had been in the first weeks.
It was no longer a barrier.
It was a medium — som
