Because he's brought it up too many times for me to fool myself like that. In situations when talking about it made no sense unless he was very much against me writing it.
Sam pushes against his desk and gets up, his eyes fixed on me. He's coming over to demand the article, I'm sure of it. But Martin jumps from his chair as soon as he sees him and intercepts him as he exits his office. He tells Sam something hurriedly in hushed tones, his cheeks beet red. From Sam's quickly widening smile I'm sensing Martin has some great story lined up. Good, it should get Sam off my back for a little while longer. And Martin for that matter. Provided the new story has nothing to do with Mark.
I start digging through my bag for my phone charger. When I look up again, Sam and Martin are ensconced in Sam'
