I run the entire four miles without stopping, and I want to celebrate that fact with Isaac, but I’m too pissed off about him and his father sabotaging my trip to Paraguay. Tim Stag hired me to strategize the future of his law firm, and I can’t do that when he’s looping in golf buddies behind my back and having them bring their damn kids along on my information gathering trips for our clients.
Throughout the entirety of the run, my thoughts alternated between remembering Friday night and the way I feel strangled by Tim lately. He’s not listening to me at work and, worse, he’s making decisions without consulting me at all. I realize my miles were achieved in part thanks to my anger, and marvel that my head is feeling a bit clearer by the time we reach the turn-around point.
Isaac seemed
