“What are you looking so happy about?” Samantha prodded Mitch as she walked into his office bearing the team’s coffee order.
“Nothing. Can’t a man be happy?” he asked.
“Did you get laid?” Nick cut to the chase.
“Geez, give me that coffee,” Mitch took his flat white from Samantha’s tray.
“I bet it’s the painkillers,” Ellen told them. “They can bring on euphoria.”
“I’m not euphoric, I’m not on pain killers and I’m not saying whether I got laid,” he shot Nick a glance.
“I did,” Samantha gloated.
“More information than we really need,” Mitch grimaced at her.
“Marco, of course,” Samantha added.
“Of course,” Ellen agreed.
John entered the room. “Where are we up to?” He seated himself around Mitch’s meeting table and reached for a coffee.
“We’re taking score on who got laid last night
