“Yes,” I said, though the answer felt all wrong.
I didn’t know Jason well, apart from his impeccable work ethic and his loyalty to the company. Telling him anything about Eric would risk putting him in an awkward position between Emerson, Eric and me, and that wasn’t fair.
“It was fine, Jason, really,” I said, brushing off his concern.
He didn’t press me further, and we rode the elevator down in silence. When we reached the lobby, we walked out together, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the vast space. Just as we spotted Emerson’s car, Jason stopped, gently tapping my shoulder.
I turned back toward him, confused.
“What is it?” I asked him
Jason’s face had turned serious again.
“I know today was tough, and I mean it—I’m serious about my offer. Emerson doesn’t have to know. If
