It’s Thursday and crazy around here. We are preparing reports for our board meetings tomorrow. It feels good to be back at it without the added pressure of all the other s**t that’s been going on around here. Tristan and I are at my desk, discussing the new advertising budget we have set, when there’s a knock on my door.
“Come in,” I call. The door opens, and a familiar face comes into view. My face falls, and I stand immediately. “Claudia.”
Tristan’s eyes widen, and he looks to me as he stands. “Hi, Claud.” He rushes to her and kisses her on the cheek. “How are you?” he asks.
She forces a smile. “Good, thank you . . . and you?”
“Great.” Tristan’s eyes meet mine across the room. “I have some things to do. See you later, Claud.”
“Goodbye.” Her smile fades, and her nervous eyes come to
