The good news was that six of his phone calls that day had been encouraging and positive: he’d sold Jolene hard to his contacts, and the response had been exactly what he’d hoped for. Jolene didn’t know it yet, but she had at lest three pretty awesome job offers coming her way before the New Year.
Christ, Silver hoped that she’d accept one of them. They’d all be better off in the long run, really. She’d have a better job, one in a nice office with respectable colleagues and a nice bump in salary; he’d be able to see her off with no guilt, knowing that her job was a better fit.
OK. Maybe not no guilt. Minimal guilt.
Minimal-ish.
“Silver. Hey. Earth to Silver.”
He blinked at the voice, looked to his left. Wolf was standing there with his eyebrows raised and a quizzical look on his face
