PAIGE
Why is it that my meetings with Travis always run until it’s only the both of us left in the building?
Here we are again, alone in my office. It’s dark outside, and a few lamps light the room, casting their warm tones on Travis, who is sitting in his usual chair.
He sits with his legs crossed, elbow perched on his knee as his chin rests on his fist. His lips are pursed as he listens to me go on and on about my ideas for DeLisle’s marketing plan for the coming season.
“Not that I don’t love it when you let me get a complete sentence out, but is there a problem?” I ask.
“I’m sorry?” he asks, his brows draw close.
“It’s just that you aren’t saying anything. It’s unsettling.”
“Well, I’m sorry to have unsettled you, but I’m a little distracted today. I’m not exactly in the mood to
