On the day the new company officially launched its operations, I was buried in work until late into the night. Once again, I became the last person to leave the conference room.
As I pushed the door open and stepped out, I saw Zander leaning against the opposite wall. He was holding two cups of warm milk.
Seeing me exit, he stepped forward and handed one to me, the temperature absolutely perfect.
I took the milk and looked up at him, finally asking the question that had been lingering in my mind for so long. "Did I really know you when we were kids?"
His hand holding the cup paused slightly, and a soft laugh escaped his lips. "When I was eight years old, I participated in a charity Scout cookie sale with you. I got the pricing wrong and sold the cookies for too little, which made me so
