ELENA
"You're doing it again," Maya said.
I looked up from the file.
"The wall face," she said. "You've had it since Tuesday."
"I have client sessions in twenty minutes."
"Elena. Something happened."
"Nothing happened."
"Something happened and you've built four walls around it and you're working twice as fast as usual which is what you do when you're trying to outrun something."
I put the file down.
The business dinner had been Tuesday. The false alarm about the woman watching them — the journalist who turned out to have nothing to do with anything. The tension that broke and the sudden laugh and Dom looking at me in the middle of it.
And what came after.
"Maya," I said.
"Yes."
"I need you to not ask me anything about this for the rest of the week."
She studied me. "Are you o
