In typical Mr. Bridge fashion, he deflected her without answering anything. “Well, thank you for bringing the forms by Cassie, I’m sure they need you back in the office.” I stole a peek to see that by the expression on her face, she wasn’t sure what he meant either. As she left, air returned to the room.
He shrugged at me and raised an eyebrow, Hmm, what was that all about?
I shrugged right back, stifling a smile. It was great to see there was somebody who could handle her.
He got back in the booth and glanced at the clock: we still had a half an hour left.
“Have you ever heard of the Best Little Boy in the World syndrome?”
I shook my head.
“It’s about letting work take over your life because you don’t want people to see what’s… underneath.”
“Workaholism,” I said.
“Yes, but specifi
