Chapter 2Visho
Visho waited two days to contact Fritz’s ex: one for anticipation, and a second because having Fritz throwing his weight around at work rubbed Visho so raw, he couldn’t trust himself to be civil.
On the third day, he and most of his team had to stay late because Fritz didn’t know jack s**t about project management. At eight p.m. he called Nice and informed him that they were meeting for drinks in an hour.
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“Did you eat dinner?” Nice asked when he slipped into the booth across from Visho.
Visho took another swallow of his beer. “No. I worked twelve hours straight, thanks to your ex and his nepotism.”
Nice snagged Visho’s glass and emptied it. “Then we’re going someplace with food.”
Visho let Nice lead him out of the bar. He wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone, b
