Chapter 16December 30: Ramon
God, I hated time zones. Angie’s day was well under way by the time I got to work. His morning text was provocative: a picture of his new bed with the caption big enough? and a smiley-face emoji.
Because he needed to know I cared whether our relationship went somewhere, I wrote back: looks about right. With a kissy-face emoji. To which he replied with OXO.
After that, I was able to settle down to work. A meeting request from Henry was about halfway down my inbox; I accepted it before doing anything else. If he asked which parts of my practice I was most ready to leave, I’d have to answer SEC filings, but corporate tax returns were right up there too. The most interesting project I’d been involved with in the past three years was an audit defense. They put me
