“Can I ask what it is? I mean, if it’s not personal.”
“Not at all. It’s one of my ideas for the ongoing branding of the Medusa Lounge.”
“Exciting! Do share with us all.”
Noah looked up to see Ginette Hatcher walking through the open door of the lounge. He’d been too busy tearing at the packing tape on the box to notice her approach, but he was glad for her opportune arrival. Nothing like impressing the boss by having them witness the enthusiasm you brought to your job, especially one as intimidating as Ginette. Eric took a nervous step back, giving his employer a wide berth. Noah continued to open the package, addressing her as he did so.
“Mrs. Hatcher, good morning.”
“Yes, I suppose it still is,” she said. “Hello, Eric. I believe Parker was looking for you.”
“Oh, well, I was sent to
