I gave him a smile, though somewhat forced. “Let’s hope your concern is unnecessary and everything works out for the best.” He returned a smile even more pallid than my own just as a man behind the counter shouted our lunch order number. Dante retrieved our food, and we didn’t speak of Filip again during the remainder of our awkward lunch. I was at a loss as to how to handle the Dante situation. He left after escorting me back to the bank, but the dilemma weighed on me for the rest of the afternoon. To top things off, Donald stormed into my office five minutes after I returned from lunch. “I get that you women are flaky, but if you can’t remember to tell me before you take an early lunch, you need to stick to regular lunch hours.” The perfectly coifed hair he scrupulously maintained had lo
